Chapter 1620: Chapter 1620: Almost drained
Her hair wasn’t dried, but Jasmine Yale fell asleep first.
Her fair and sweet face had a faint blush, like peach blossoms, gentle and beautiful.
Sylvan Cheney has always been patient with her, finished drying her hair, and tucked her in with a blanket.
After doing all this, he went to the Cheney Family office.
Charles Mcintosh had already returned to Cheney Family, a mature man never brings personal emotions into his work, Charles regained his meticulous demeanor when working.
However, sometimes raising his head to look at the position of the sofa, a few moments of daze occur.
He remembers Lilac Serval loved sitting there, silently playing with her phone or fiddling with his camera.
She’s quite interested in photography, but reluctant to buy equipment and not very knowledgeable, so she often likes to play with his camera when visiting him.
Several times, she almost broke it.
Charles didn’t mind, even though it was his cherished camera.
Sylvan Cheney arrived at the Cheney Family not long after Jesse Rowan also arrived.
In the private conference room, Sylvan Cheney, Charles Mcintosh, Jesse Rowan, and his assistant Liamly Finley discussed in private about contracts, plans, and details of Cheney Family’s business transfer.
Sylvan Cheney was composed and serious, Charles professional and meticulous, both possessing maturity matching their ages.
Jesse Rowan was ten years younger than Sylvan Cheney, and his whole demeanor seemed somewhat nonchalant, after listening to their talk for a while, Jesse felt sleepy.
He yawned: “Haven’t had a nap, been worrying about the handover these days, lost quite a bit of weight. Last time, the massage room at Cheney Family looked nice, can I enjoy it after we’re done?”
“Let’s finish the business first.” Sylvan Cheney said sternly, his face cold, his gaze sharp and deep.
Jesse Rowan was somewhat intimidated by Sylvan Cheney, this man seemed genuinely intimidating with a stern face.
“Alright, let’s talk after finishing.” Jesse Rowan gently tapped his fingers on the table.
Jesse leaned back in the comfortable chair, he rarely spoke, even though he graduated from Canford Business School, he lacked practical experience.
Most of the time, Liamly Finley negotiated with Charles Mcintosh, while Jesse just closed his eyes bathing in sunlight.
The lengthy and tedious private meeting made Jesse Rowan drowsy.
He glanced at Sylvan Cheney and Charles Mcintosh, these two maniacs, still full of energy.
Jesse Rowan had no choice but to light a cigarette.
“Mr. Cheney is truly energized.” Jesse Rowan looked at Sylvan Cheney with a half-joking smile, yawning again, “Unlike us, meeting the demands of the Little Fox day and night, almost drained dry. Envy you single men…”
Sylvan Cheney focused his eyes on the documents in his hands, ignoring Jesse Rowan’s irrelevant remarks.
Jesse Rowan sighed: “Lately, been feeling weak, seems I need to be more mindful. Really should learn from Mr. Cheney, they say men with a plain lifestyle live longer.”
“But Mr. Cheney shouldn’t understand our troubles, at my age, you probably hadn’t even encountered a woman yet.”
Jesse Rowan didn’t care it was still a conference room, his topics were quite carefree.
“Jesse Rowan, better be cautious, or you might end up without any sons in the future.” Sylvan Cheney glanced at him with faint disdain.
Jesse Rowan rolled his eyes at Sylvan Cheney, really, having sons worthy of pride?
Little brats, what’s good about them, so noisy.
Jesse Rowan exhaled a mouthful of smoke, rocking his chair: “Mr. Cheney, you must envy me? Envy me enjoying the blessings of many…”