Chapter 793: Chapter 793: A Lifetime of Humiliation
Sylvan Cheney is no ordinary man. He’s a paragon of the world, controlling the power of Landon as Mr. Cheney.
With his distinguished status, his position is prominent.
Ever since he reached adulthood, probably no one dared to cross him, and he, in turn, would never bow down to anyone.
In both the legal and criminal worlds, who wouldn’t show respect to Sylvan Cheney?
Always holding himself aloof, he exudes a cold and proud demeanor.
He is hailed as the business tycoon by the media, and the object of adoration and admiration by countless young girls.
Yolanda Fern knows Sylvan Cheney all too well. She understands his prideful and indifferent character. He would never bow down, let alone kneel.
Therefore, she has already prepared the answer for this multiple-choice question for him.
He will definitely hand over Jasmine Yale.
This is indeed a tremendously good deal.
Yolanda Fern’s gaze falls upon Sylvan Cheney. She has noticed a change in his facial expression.
The expressions of all of Sylvan Cheney’s subordinates have changed as well.
Every single person becomes silent, afraid to utter a word.
The temperature around them sharply drops, and the air turns gloomy.
Charles Mcintosh’s eyes reflect a brewing storm, Yolanda Fern… has she gone mad? Does she not know what she’s saying?
Only someone who doesn’t mind risking their life would dare to talk to Sylvan Cheney in such a manner!
“Sylvan Cheney, do you agree? I thought you wouldn’t. Because what is Jasmine Yale compared to a man’s pride? Therefore, you don’t have to hesitate or worry. Just call her, have her come here, I don’t want to continue this standoff with you.”
If they continue this much longer, she wouldn’t be able to hold on.
And Sylvan Cheney can strike at any time. The last string that she is tightly holding onto… is about to snap.
On top of the fatigue she’s been feeling these past few days, she is not sure how much longer she can withstand being exposed to the cold wind and sun.
Chale Cheney is whining anxiously, but he can’t utter a word!
He understands what it means!
He doesn’t want Jasy to be exchanged for him. How can he be traded for Jasy…
He is a boy, he can withstand hardship, but Jasy is different.
Elder Cheney can’t exchange Jasy for him.
“Yolanda Fern, if I kneel before you, how can you assure me that you would let Chale go? You don’t trust me, why should I trust you?” Sylvan Cheney states calmly.
“As long as you kneel, I will let Chale go without question. I would never gamble Chris and Lana’s lives with you. Three conditions, that’s all I need.”
She knows, if she doesn’t let Chale go, Chris and Lana Fern will lose their lives.
Being able to make Sylvan Cheney kneel and prostrate himself ten times, what more could she ask for?
She must make Sylvan taste this unforgettable feeling forever – a constant reminder, a lifetime’s humiliation.
Besides, considering Sylvan’s character, he might order the elimination of everyone here.
By then, his relationship with Charles Mcintosh would strain.
Having thought of this, Yolanda Fern starts to smirk while her heart is pounding heavily.
Excitement, joy, and anticipation surge within her!
“Sylvan Cheney, why should you kneel? Why not just hand Jasmine Yale over to me? Wouldn’t that be better?” Yolanda Fern sneers.
Sylvan Cheney remains silent, closing his eyes.
In his eyes, there lies a hint of weary and cold determination.
Despite the chilling wind, his noble, handsome face still displays frosty pride and unshakeable resolve.
Born into an aristocratic family, high above the masses, the one thing he yearns for is the safety and happiness of the people he cares for, and a life of tranquility.
He furrows his brows, clenching his fists.
The north wind brushes against his ears, howling sharply.
Charles Mcintosh’s face hardens; in a low voice, he says, “Sir, don’t listen to her, I’ll find another way.”