Chapter 299: – Must Really Like That Woman
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As long as the little guy is happy.
She had said it before: she would never involve the little guy in the issues between her and Sylvan Cheney.
She cut some bread for the little guy and handed it to him.
As she was drinking milk, her phone rang.
It was Sylvan Cheney.
Embarrassed, she glanced at little Chaley, picked up the phone, and walked to the window.
Sylvan Cheney greeted her first.
“Morning.” Jasmine Yale replied mechanically.
However, once she responded, she realized that it was evening where he was.
She lightly covered her mouth.
Seeing her so heedless, Sylvan Cheney didn’t expose her.
After a while, there was still no sound from the other side.
Jasmine Yale looked at her phone doubtfully. The call hadn’t been disconnected.
She asked cautiously, “Mr. Cheney, is something the matter?”
“No, I just wanted to hear your voice.”
“Okay, I have to take little Chaley to school, so I’ll hang up first.”
“I’ll be back in a few days.”
Jasmine Yale hung up the phone.
She didn’t really want to hear about these things.
If he doesn’t come back, she’ll continue to look after little Chaley, and if he does, she’d rather not come here.
Sylvan Cheney, noticing that she had hung up, touched his lips helplessly.
He was in a VIP lounge at the airport. It was night time.
“Mr. Cheney.” Charles McIntosh brought in some coffee. “Your coffee.”
Sylvan Cheney took off his coat and sat down on the sofa.
“Mr. Cheney, I did a quick check on this Luka Xadrian. The information is incomplete, but I know he’s quite famous in the design circles.”
Charles McIntosh sat across from Sylvan Cheney with a serious expression.
Sylvan Cheney took a sip of his coffee.
His brows were furrowed.
“What is he like as a person?”
“Well… his personality is said to be strange. He used to have a mental illness but has since recovered. He lives alone in San Francisco.”
Sylvan Cheney laughed lightly, “Are all designers this eccentric?”
“Possibly.” Charles McIntosh also laughed. “The ring you’ve picked out is definitely designed by Luka Xadrian, there’s no doubt about that. But I hear that he’s difficult to deal with. Everything he designs, he’s determined to give to someone meant for it, so he never sells anything casually.”
“What do you mean ‘meant for it’?”
“He has his own definition.” Charles spoke, “I found out that he once gave a precious blood diamond to a seven or eight-year-old girl, and he also once charged an exorbitant fee for a worthless crystal.”
“His idea of fate really is unique.” Sylvan Cheney scoffed disdainfully.
He has always been skeptical of such superstitious things.
“Yes, so Mr. Cheney, be prepared for a possible refusal.” Charles chuckled.
“It’s already a privilege to have me pay him a personal visit. If he isn’t willing to sell, that would really be a lack of discernment on his part.”
Sylvan Cheney’s tone was indifferent, but there was an undeniable chill to it.
“Mr. Cheney, some people may just indeed lack discernment.” Charles remarked.
“Are they lacking discernment, or are they asking for trouble?”
Charles laughed, was Mr. Cheney planning to forcefully seize it?
Sylvan Cheney drank his coffee and picked up a magazine without lifting his head.
Charles sat silently on the side.
Although Sylvan Cheney had not told him who he was buying the ring for, it was clear to him from the to-and-fro journey and the effort invested, that it was a sincere gesture.
The ring labeled “Guardian” displayed in the Landon jewelry store was just a high-quality replica. The real ring was with Luka Xadrian.
During this period, Mr. Cheney hardly had any sleep due to this matter involving Spencer Childe.
And now, he was flying all the way to San Francisco.
Charles thought to himself, Mr. Cheney must really like that woman.
Sylvan Cheney flipped through the magazine for a while, but found it boring.
He was starting to miss Chale Cheney..