Butler Santana’s breakfast suited her taste, and the house was tidied up spotlessly by him.
"Miss Yale, it’s getting cold, rember to wear more clothes. This period, be extra cautious. You’re frail and the doctor said you might have an early delivery," Butler Santana advised.
"I know. He takes great care of . In winter, my hands and feet get cold, and every night he holds as I sleep."
"What if Mr. Cheney isn’t ho?" Butler Santana chuckled.
"Then I’ll have to sleep alone."
"It’s just a few days, it will pass quickly."
Jasmine Yale enjoyed the olette Butler Santana made. It was so delicious that she couldn’t help but have a few more bites.
Sunlight filled the room, casting bright, shiny rays on the floor.
After breakfast, she specifically went to her room, opened the locked cabinet, and pulled out all the training ground docunts given by Chale Cheney’s master.
She photographed so of the docunts and sent them to Frederick Owen.
These docunts were yellowing but very well-preserved.
Soon, Frederick Owen called her personally.
"Miss Yale, this is..."
"A property. Have a look and see if it has any value; help assess it."
"This is land in Lonton. Lonton real estate is extrely valuable, of course. I briefly reviewed it; this plot is extensive and mostly vacant. It’s situated in a scenic suburb, not as central as downtown, but such places have significant developnt value. Recently, Lonton’s real estate market is focused more on remote suburban areas. This advantageous location is very suitable for building high-end residential areas like villas. The investnt to return ratio is, needless to say, very high."
"That’s what I thought. But if I don’t sell this land and use it as collateral, what do you think will happen?"
"Collateral? If you use it as collateral, the issue of interest arises, and that’s not sothing that can be explained in a few words. It would depend on the intent of both parties involved."
"If this property were collateralized, how much do you think it’s worth?"
"At least over a billion, but the problem is, at that price, no company would want to take it on as collateral."
"I understand." Jasmine Yale looked at the docunts in her hand, a mysterious glimr in her eyes.
The Lonton training ground was a mory for many, including Sylvan Cheney, Charles Mcintosh, and Lilac Serval.
Unless absolutely necessary, she wouldn’t sell it.
"Miss Yale, if you have any questions, feel free to ask at any ti." Frederick Owen was very polite.
"Thank you."
"It’s my duty."
"By the way, Mr. Owen, how is Spencer Childe doing lately?"
"He shows symptoms of dentia, has difficulty walking, and is always in a wheelchair, not speaking to anyone. The symptoms are better in the sumr, but in winter, he may be in a poor state."
"Does he still recognize people?"
"When he’s muddle-headed, he doesn’t, but after taking dication, he improves a lot."
"Is he still under house arrest?"
"Yes, Mr. Mcintosh’s people are watching him, not letting him go out, but in his current condition, he can’t go out anyway. Several tis, the bodyguards wanted to take him out for so air, but he himself didn’t want to go. Most of the ti, he just sits under the pogranate tree in the courtyard, daydreaming."
"I understand."
"Miss Yale, are you coming to Landon?"
"No, I’m quite well in Cakago."
"I heard you’re about to have a baby. The little one will surely look a lot like Mr. Cheney!" Frederick Owen’s voice was filled with joy.
He wasn’t married yet, but he really liked children.
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