Chapter 1437: Chapter 1437 Extremely Despicable Means
Under the dim light, Sylvan Cheney and Jesse Rowan were a striking contrast.
One calm as a mountain, the other carefree and disorderly.
Sylvan Cheney, who had seen countless people, saw a sinister smile in Jesse Rowan’s eyes.
Jesse Rowan made no effort to hide it either.
"Accidentally got a big guy." Jesse Rowan laughed innocuously, "I didn’t even know the Cheney Family had such indecent things."
Sylvan’s eyes tightened, but his expression remained unchanged.
His gaze fell on Jesse taking apart the documents with his hands.
Slowly, Jesse pulled out documents from the sealed bag.
The documents were only halfway out, and Sylvan could already see them clearly.
The evidence of Cheney Family’s smuggling from years ago and its dark history.
This evidence was in Yacob Harry’s hands; how did it end up with Jesse Rowan?
"How did you get it." Sylvan asked in a deep voice.
"That’s easy, no father would want his daughter’s bed photos spread everywhere, right?"
"You blackmailed Yacob Harry with Joan Harry’s private photos?"
"Business matters aren’t called threats, it’s just a fair trade, but with different methods. Just now, Mr. Cheney also said I play dirty, so let’s play dirty a bit more. Besides, Yacob Harry doesn’t seem to be any upright either, right?"
"Does Joan Harry know you’re doing this?"
"Mr. Cheney feels pity?" Jesse Rowan laughed, "If you feel pity, why not take her back home?"
"Jesse Rowan, what do you want." Sylvan’s fingers tapped the tabletop, his gaze filled with a profound chill.
Pinching the documents, Jesse said indifferently, "If I’m not wrong, this thing is to be submitted to the court next month, and I did some digging, which means, Mr. Cheney, you’re looking at ten years in prison, right? Seems pretty set in stone."
"Speak plainly."
"Ten years, not too long or short, but for Mr. Cheney, this is a big deal. Not only will it ruin your reputation, but you’ll also face ten years apart from your family. I heard Mr. Cheney has a five-year-old son, in ten years, he’ll be fifteen."
"I, Jesse Rowan, am not very ambitious, I’m just particularly interested in money and women."
Sylvan said in a deep voice, "How much money do you want."
"Mr. Cheney, how much do you think ten years of time is worth?" Jesse tossed the question back to Sylvan.
The air in the room fell silent suddenly.
A strong chill emanated from Sylvan, his eyes glistening with a layer of ice.
Time ticked by, second by second.
Not a sound could be heard, all was quiet.
In the silent night, only the cold penetrating the wind could be felt.
"The Landon International Airport project, give it to the Rowan Family." Sylvan finally spoke.
"Mr. Cheney, that’s hardly showing any sincerity." Jesse laughed.
Sylvan’s eyes slightly hardened.
Jesse Rowan, young but ruthless and extremely despicable in means.
He wouldn’t hesitate to use anything available, be it a life or a woman.
"You tell me." Sylvan spoke in a low voice, his tone covered with a layer of frost.
Pinching the sealed documents, Jesse’s pale face under his bangs shifted to a dark expression, his thin lips barely parting to release two words—
"Cheney Family."
The air suddenly plunged into deeper silence.
The only things left were the dim lights in the room and the oppressive coldness.
All was silent.
Outside the window, the gaudy lights of the night glittered on the glass, bizarre and miscellaneous.
The night grew longer, the winter colder.
Outside, the north seemed to be howling, one long cry after another.