Chapter 389:1 Don’t Mind Using Extreme Measures
“Big brother, why are you questioning me again? I don’t know!” Joe Heath insisted.
Sylvan Cheney stood up, walked toward him, feeling very cold.
“Joe Heath, you sent her abroad, do you fucking know she could be in danger? Hmm?”
Sylvan Cheney’s gaze was as sharp as a knife as he angrily seized Joe Heath’s collar, gripping it tightly!
Right now, Sylvan Cheney was like an irrational male lion, with bloodshot eyes.
Joe was momentarily stunned.
This was the first time he had seen Sylvan Cheney so out of control!
Even when Sylvan Cheney’s mother committed suicide, he never saw Sylvan in such a state.
Landon was composed then, but now, completely different!
Joe suddenly felt uneasy.
Sylvan Cheney’s hand tightened!
“Big brother, you… you… let go…” Joe Heath gasped for breath.
His face began to turn pale, suffocating.
Even his heart felt strangled.
The fingers of Sylvan Cheney still clung to his collar, but slightly loosened.
Joe Heath quickly gasped for fresh air, nearly getting strangled to death by Sylvan Cheney.
He knew, if Sylvan really wanted him dead, it’s effortless. There would be nothing to care about.
He just couldn’t understand what kind of existence was Jasmine Yale in his heart?
Wasn’t she just an abandoned child he picked up from the streets fifteen years ago?
“Speak! Where is she in Sinkapore?” Sylvan Cheney growled.
Joe Heath’s heart skipped a beat.
Had Sylvan learned that Jasmine Yale was in Sinkapore?
Sinkapore wasn’t large and logically, with Sylvan’s abilities, he should have already found Jasmine Yale.
She was just working in his branch office anyway.
Or was it that Sylvan was trying to test him?
Joe Heath coughed lightly and had no choice but to honestly say, “Big brother, don’t force her, okay? She doesn’t want to come back to Landon, there are too many people and things here that she doesn’t want to face.”
“I’m asking you, where is she?”
Word for word, already wearing down all of his patience and temper.
With a little more force, he could snap Joe Heath’s neck!
“I rented her an apartment, her job also…”
“The fuck, I’m asking you where she is!” Sylvan Cheney grip tightening on his collar, his face darkening.
Darkened clouds, pitch-black.
Joe Heath’s neck was strangled once again, unable to breathe.
He was really worried that with a little more pressure, his life would be over!
“Big brother, you… you haven’t found her yet?” Joe Heath struggled to squeeze out a few words, “You already know… that she’s in Sinkapore…”
“Do you know how dangerous it would be for her to be alone abroad?” Sylvan Cheney’s voice was gloomy.
Joe Heath’s eyes widened: “Big… big brother… loosen your grip… let’s talk properly…”
“Joe Heath, if anything happens to her, you will accompany her in death. I will do as I say.”
Sylvan Cheney’s obsidian pupils were fervently glaring at him. That gaze could almost pierce a hole in him!
Joe Heath fearfully took a step backward.
“No, big brother, I took good care of her. I just want to say, she truly does not want to come back to Landon, really…”
“Give me the apartment address.”
“Big brother, are you looking for her? Please don’t, she doesn’t want to be disturbed.”
“Charles Mcintosh!” Sylvan Cheney shouted.
Charles Mcintosh entered through the door.
“Ask him properly. I don’t mind using extreme measures.”
Charles Mcintosh grabbed Joe Heath’s arm.