As he spoke, he felt a bit guilty. This reason was too feeble and completely untenable.
He saw Sylvan Cheney's expression change entirely, one hand holding an umbrella, the other clenched into a fist, eyes filled with unfathomable depth and bloodthirsty redness.
"Charles, if something really happens to her, I entrust the company in Cakago and Chale to you," Sylvan Cheney spoke, his gaze falling on an invisible spot.
"Mr. Cheney..." Charles Mcintosh called out in distress, "Don't assume the worst. Nothing will happen. I'll make another call..."
Charles's voice was also trembling.
Sylvan Cheney's words made his heart ache tremendously.
Charles immediately made several more calls, almost shouting himself hoarse in the rain.
He was like a brother to Sylvan Cheney, understanding him deeply. If something happened to Jasmine Yale, Sylvan might truly neglect even Chale Cheney.
Even the most mature and rational person can't escape the word "emotion."
