Half a month later.
In the early spring of March, grass grows and warblers fly.
The court investigation into the Cheney Group has officially concluded.
This matter was like a ripple stirred on a calm lake, surging into a storm before returning to tranquility.
All rumors surrounding Cheney have also co to an end, the stock price is no longer falling and has entered a stable buffer period.
Cheney Group.
Charles Mcintosh was in the presidential office reporting to Sylvan Cheney about the recent developnts of the Cheney Group.
During this period, Sylvan Cheney’s focus was on the company in Cakago, while Charles Mcintosh had been managing affairs at Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney held a cigarette between his fingers, silently listening as Charles wrapped up his report.
"Mr. Cheney, I’ve prepared these reports for you to review." Charles handed over the folder.
"Leave it here. I need to make a trip to the hospital." Sylvan glanced at his watch.
"Mr. Cheney, are you feeling unwell?"
"Taking Jasmine for a follow-up examination."
"Alright." Charles nodded, "Then Mr. Cheney, do you think there are any other issues with Cheney Group?"
"No issues."
"Alright, then I’ll continue following the plan." Charles said, "Mr. Cheney, with the new company in Cakago, you’ll undoubtedly need to devote more effort when you head over there. Please take care of your health..."
Back then, he had witnessed Cheney’s step-by-step rise, watched as Sylvan pushed himself through sleepless nights.
Now, although there’s a strong economic foundation and wealth of experience, it’s clear there’ll still be many challenges ahead.
"I know, don’t worry. By the way, where’s Little Lilac? I haven’t seen her for a while."
"I’m not keeping tabs on her."
"Hmm? You used to keep her on a tight leash."
"She’s busy dating," Charles said flatly.
Sylvan had always refrained from ddling in others’ personal affairs, and this was just a casual question.
He picked up the car keys from the table, stood, and said, "I’ll head to the hospital first. Call if anything cos up."
The weather was gradually warming up; the long winter was over.
The air was brimming with the fragrant promise of spring and soil’s freshness.
Due to the rain yesterday, the ground was damp, but the sky stretched expansively, washed clean and brilliantly blue.
Sylvan drove over to the Cheney Residence to pick up Jasmine Yale.
As Jasmine got into the car, she casually handed him a folder. "These are the materials I translated; you can take it to the Group."
"Leave them there for now."
"Alright." Jasmine placed the folder down in his car.
"How have you been feeling lately?"
"My period ended two days ago, didn’t hurt as much this ti, feeling much better." Warmth touched Jasmine’s smile, and two shallow dimples appeared near the corners of her lips.
It hadn’t hurt much, but every ti her period ca, her mood would sour considerably.
Although Aunt May’s prescribed dication had no side effects and she ntioned it was fine to start preparing for conceiving, Sylvan had always taken precautions every single ti.
"That’s good. About what happened six years ago, I owe you an apology."
Jasmine looked up in surprise, shock flashing in her eyes. She quickly shook her head, "It has nothing to do with you. It’s been six years already."
"Even in sixty years, it will still be my fault."
Jasmine laughed, "Sixty years from now, no one will care to hold you accountable."
She quickly changed the subject, "Joe Heath called and ntioned Peyenne went back to her hotown. I’m planning to go to her old rental apartnt this afternoon, pack up her things, and have them shipped to her."
"Peyenne?"
Jasmine knew Sylvan wouldn’t rember. "She was my university classmate. She went missing when we were in Swatzerland. Lincoln Lamar found her and stayed with her for treatnt in Swatzerland for a while."
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