Sylvan Cheney walked into the private room, casually taking off his overcoat.
Seeing Jesse Rowan meant he would inevitably meet a woman; this was no longer strange to Sylvan Cheney.
"Mr. Rowan..." the lady clasped Jesse Rowan's hand, timidly glancing at Sylvan Cheney.
This man was clearly different from Jesse Rowan, older, with a more intense mature charisma.
Such a composed man seemed particularly captivating.
But, the vibe radiating from this man was one of 'keep distance'.
Jesse Rowan chuckled, lifting the lady's chin, "Afraid to flirt with this one?"
The lady giggled and shook her head.
Indeed, she dared not.
She wasn't afraid of dealing with Jesse Rowan, but this man in front of her made her feel uneasy.
This kind of stony-faced man was frightening.
However, whether it was his looks or physique, they were exceptionally good; the lady couldn't help but take a few more glances at Sylvan Cheney.
