Chapter 1470: Chapter 1470: The Cheney Family Doesn’t Take Shortcuts
Smoke whirled around his face, his sharply contoured face obscured by the mist, indiscernible in expression.
Charles Mcintosh knew, there were things that couldn’t be reclaimed, just as there were people, once released, could never turn back.
After all, he had let down Lilac Serval.
He closed his eyes, taking a drag of his cigarette.
Suddenly, the image of the training grounds in Lonton surfaced in his mind, a slender girl standing by his side.
The girl’s eyes were bright and spirited, her pure face showcased simplicity and innocence.
That was the adolescent Lilac Serval.
Beautiful like a clear mirror, untainted, she resembled a lotus flower, standing tall and graceful.
Charles Mcintosh rubbed his brow, taking another drag of his cigarette.
The smoke enveloped his somber expression, a picture of sheer exhaustion.
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Cheney Residence, noon.
After lunch, Jasmine Yale sat side by side with Sylvan Cheney on the sofa.
He held a tablet in his hands, his sharp gaze fixed on the screen, his expression grave.
Jasmine held a cup of hot tea, scooting closer to him.
“Sit properly,” Sylvan said without looking up, his voice deep.
“Oh.” Jasmine sat upright, “Are you not going to the corporation this afternoon?”
“Hmm.”
Jasmine snuggled close to him, glancing at the tablet displaying English text.
Although her English was decent, the screen was filled with economic jargon she didn’t quite understand.
“Does the Cheney Family now conduct all business in English? Or is it because there’s more foreign trade?” Jasmine couldn’t help but ask. The issue with the court was not yet resolved; she hadn’t forgotten.
But since Sylvan wouldn’t allow her to inquire or get involved in any corporate matters, she refrained from asking.
“You don’t need to worry about it.”
“Oh.” Disappointment flickered in Jasmine’s eyes. “Actually, you could tell me about it. I’m not ignorant. Once I get my degree and graduate, maybe I could help you. Does your company need a translator? I can do that, and I can handle foreign trade as well.”
“Though I studied journalism, it doesn’t mean I have to work in that field,” Jasmine eagerly promoted herself, setting down her cup and clinging to his arm.
“Oh?” He raised his eyebrows slightly, turning to glance at her, and casually pointed to a sentence, “Translate this sentence for me.”
Sylvan’s slender finger rested on the tablet.
Jasmine concentrated, looking down and carefully read through the sentence, pronouncing each word clearly, “This is… listed on the NYSE in January, with a market value exceeding 13 billion US Dollars.”
Having translated, she lifted her bright eyes, smiling at him, “Right?”
“Hmm.”
Receiving his affirmation, she once again cuddled his arm, leaning her head against his shoulder, “So, have you considered hiring me for your company? You don’t need to pay me much, I think it’s a great deal.”
“The Cheney Family doesn’t engage in nepotism.”
“…” Jasmine huffed, “Then I can send in a resume. The threshold for the Cheney Family… is passable, right?”
She was a bit uncertain.
Sylvan glanced at her, “If I say it’s okay, it’s okay; if I say no, then it’s no.”
“Aren’t you bold,” Jasmine playfully chided, wrapping around his arm, planting a kiss on his cheek, and breathing warmly into his ear, “If you won’t let me into the company, I won’t let you into the house.”
“Getting brave, huh?” Sylvan set aside the tablet, his hand lifting her chin, his simmering gaze fixed on her eyes.
Jasmine snuggled against him, “Fair’s fair, right?”
“Talking about fairness with me, who said they wanted to start a store?”
“Both sound good,” Jasmine smiled.
Anything was fine, as long as he was there.