Chapter 1476: Chapter 1476: When the Snipe and the Clam Grapple, the Fisherman Benefits
“I’d love to.” She smiled.
Sylvan Cheney looked at her and served her the spare ribs she loved to eat, a curve forming on his thin lips: “Hmm, let’s eat.”
Jasmine Yale was sitting close to him, eating whatever he put on her plate.
“After dinner, I need to step out for a bit, you don’t have to wait up for me.”
“How long will you be out?”
“I’ll make it quick.”
“Alright…” Jasmine Yale nodded, “It’s getting chilly tonight, I’ll get you some clothes later, make sure to dress warm.”
“Hmm.”
“Don’t drink too much. Butler Santana said your health hasn’t been great all of last year, and you were hospitalized for a few days.”
“Butler Santana talks too much.”
“Regardless, you have to take care of yourself whether I’m by your side or not,” Jasmine Yale spoke softly, “How’s the dish I made?”
She noticed that he ate quite a bit.
“Not bad, could use some improvement.”
“I think it’s quite good.”
“Yes.” Sylvan Cheney rarely complimented her.
“Which dish do you like the most, which one do you think is the tastiest?” Jasmine Yale looked at him expectantly, her eyes filled with a warm glow.
Sylvan Cheney pointed to the spare ribs: “This one.”
“I like this one too. It’s rare to find something we both love; I can make it more often from now on.”
“Just be careful not to injure your hands.”
“Mhm, I won’t in the future, I’ll be careful.” Jasmine Yale chatted with Sylvan Cheney as they continued to have dinner.
Although it was slightly solemn between the two of them, it was still cozy and comfortable.
After dinner.
Jasmine Yale fastened his coat buttons for him and then wrapped him in a new scarf she had knitted herself.
Only after doing all this did she watch him drive away from the Cheney Residence, feeling assured.
Street lights stretched the Rolls-Royce’s shadow long as the car slowly moved away from the entrance and onto the wide road, eventually disappearing from sight.
On the road, Sylvan Cheney made a phone call to Charles Mcintosh.
“What’s the situation with the Harry Family?”
“Oh, the Harry Family…” Charles Mcintosh rubbed his forehead, “Yacob Harry somehow managed to borrow a sum of money, plugged it into the victim’s compensation. But just as the North Garden real estate issue settled down, today another debt crisis emerged. Mr. Cheney, did you see the news?”
“How long can the Harry Family last?”
“That depends on when the hidden force behind them takes action.”
“What’s Yacob Harry’s current situation?”
“Him? It’s said that he’s been hospitalized,” Charles Mcintosh replied blandly, “He can’t handle multiple setbacks, plus he’s had heart issues. This is also one of the reasons he’s so desperate to find a good match for his daughter, going so far as to force Mr. Cheney with various schemes.”
“Mr. Cheney, I heard that now a vice president within the Harry Family is running things. From what I see, that vice president has simply taken Jesse Rowan’s bribes and is running the family into the ground.”
“Jesse Rowan… Does the Harry Family know he’s the mastermind?”
“No clue, it’s been done very covertly,” Charles Mcintosh updated Sylvan Cheney.
Sylvan Cheney’s brow furrowed, a cold gleam in his eyes, his jaw tightly clenched in the darkness, his profound contours faintly visible.
His gaze fixed on the road ahead, Sylvan Cheney pondered a thought or two.
The Cheney and Harry Famlies are both like the snipe and clam locked in battle; the fisherman profits.
The unexpected beneficiary turned out to be Jesse Rowan, who was dismissed by all.
Jesse Rowan, newly returned to the country, was stirring the pot in Landon.
A tumultuous time.
“Mr. Cheney, about the Rowan and Harry Families’ situation, should we get involved?”
“Don’t intervene.”
“Okay, I understand,” Charles Mcintosh acknowledged.
“Are you at the bar?” Sylvan Cheney heard faint noises in the background.