Kade Yuvan was chosen by him from many people. He valued Kade’s reliability in work and straightforward personality. Unfortunately, Kade was still a bit lacking in interpersonal dealings.
No one is perfect, so he had to slowly nurture Kade.
For an assistant, loyalty is paramount, and Kade had absolutely no issues in this regard.
As for social engagents, he would just accompany him.
The office lights were on as the sun set and night descended, enveloping the surroundings in darkness and silence.
Sylvan Cheney had gotten used to the quietness of the building at night. At tis like this, he would light a cigarette, and occasionally, when faced with difficulties, he would open a bottle of red wine.
He had a private resting area in his office, and sotis when he worked too late, he would sleep directly in the office.
The night deepened.
Sylvan Cheney had a cigarette between his fingers, silently sliding his iPad, his deep gaze fixed on the reports and investnt analyses.
The workload was so heavy that he had a faint headache.
He wasn’t sure what ti it was when his stomach felt uncomfortable. He grabbed a coat and stood up.
Glancing at his watch, he realized it was already nine in the evening.
He had forgotten to eat dinner again.
It wasn’t that he truly forgot; it’s just that the food here didn’t quite suit his taste. He hadn’t found a restaurant that completely satisfied him.
Grabbing his car keys, Sylvan planned to drive out, eat sothing, ease his mind, and then continue working overti later.
The Maybach drove out of the building.
The building was tall and silent, and at this ti, very few offices still had their lights on.
There was no culture of overti abroad, making the entire financial district feel empty and tranquil.
On the roadside were two rows of bright street lamps, emitting a gentle glow, quietly illuminating the ground. There were insects flying around under the lights, and occasionally, a few fireflies could be seen.
The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and grass, and the wind carried the scent strongly to his nose.
Sylvan did not turn on the air conditioning; instead, he rolled down the window.
The wind blew in, carrying the unique scent of sumr to his nostrils.
Within the financial district, the Maybach moved slowly.
Suddenly, he saw a thin figure on the roadside, and Sylvan hit the brakes, slowing down.
The figure was dark and unclear from afar.
Only when Sylvan drove up behind her did he realize it was Jasmine Yale?
Why was it her again?
It was so late; why was she still in the financial district?
Sylvan’s face darkened as he released the brake and stepped on the gas pedal.
The car swiftly drove past Jasmine Yale!
Jasmine Yale lifted her head at that mont, watching as the Maybach drove past her. It was Sylvan Cheney’s car.
Since the window was down, she saw Sylvan personally driving the car.
She smiled and walked silently with her bag, moving slowly.
She had accidentally left her supplents at the office and had co back to retrieve them after taking a shower.
When she returned, she noticed the light in the top-floor executive office was on. She just hadn’t expected to run into him.
These days, they ran into each other quite often, perhaps heaven pitied her baby, wanting the baby to see Sylvan Cheney a few more tis.
Her hair was half-dry, and the evening breeze blew against her body, not cold, but with its own charm.
She decided to consider it a stroll.
The roadside was paved with diamond-shaped tiles, and Jasmine Yale walked with her head down on them, counting out loud to herself, "One, two, three..."
She recalled playing with flower petals in the past...
"An odd number is a boy baby, an even number is a girl baby... eleven, twelve, thirteen..."
Jasmine Yale was thoroughly enjoying herself.
The road was long, but she walked it patiently, step by step.
"Thirty-five, thirty-six..."
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