Chapter 303: Chapter 303: If You Like Qiqi, Pursue Her

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The car was plunged into a prolonged silence.

After a long time, Charles Mcintosh broke the silence: “Mr. Cheney, do you need me to investigate?”

“Investigate.”

Sylvan Cheney’s face looked extremely terrible, gloomy and heavy.

His eyes were shining with a cold light, like ice, and a chilling air permeated his surroundings.

“That ring?”

“I will get it back.”

“Understood.” Charles Mcintosh nodded.

Upon reflection, Charles Mcintosh thought that Luka Xadrian bore a striking resemblance to Hadley Ximenez, assuming he had changed his name and identity.

After returning to the hotel, Sylvan Cheney received a call from the Cheney Residence.

“Dad.” Chale Cheney was on the line.

“Hm?”

“Dad, I have a secret to tell you, someone asked Jasy out on a date.”

“Who?”

“Uncle Heath, he’s out on a date with Jasy right now.”

Uncle Heath? Joe Heath?

Good, very good.

Sylvan Cheney’s face hardened.

“Dad, If you like Jasy, just chase her, do you know how to confess your feelings? If you don’t, I can teach you.”

“Just say this, ‘Jasy, I want to protect you for the rest of my life.’”. Chale Cheney was teaching Sylvan earnestly.

“Shut up.”

“You’re shouting at me again, I won’t leave.” Chale Cheney pouted, “If Jasy marries Uncle Heath, I’ll go with them, I don’t need you anymore!”

Anyway, Uncle Heath is also nice to him, always buys him delicious food!

And he never shouts at him, hmph!

Having said that, Chale Cheney hung up on Sylvan.

With Jasy out on a date, he was left alone at home to do his homework.

Chale Cheney was lying on the table, his big eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and disappointment.

Dad’s not home, Jasy’s not home either.

He felt so lonely.

A western restaurant.

At the window seat, Joe Heath and Jasmine Yale sat opposite each other.

Jasmine Yale was cutting her steak quietly, while Joe Heath was sipping his red wine.

“Jasmine, how did you meet my brother? I’m very curious,” Joe Heath squinted at her.

“You want to know?” Jasmine Yale asked indifferently, without raising her head.

“I’m very keen to know.”

Logically, Jasmine Yale, a low-status journalist, should never have crossed paths with someone like Sylvan Cheney in her life.

Rather than conducting a futile investigation, Joe Heath decided to ask Jasmine Yale directly.

“I’ve known him for fifteen years.”

“Really?” Joe was taken aback, “I can’t believe I didn’t know.”

He had known Sylvan for over twenty years, but he had spent most of his time overseas.

“When I was eight, I nearly starved to death on the streets, he picked me up and took me home.”

“My brother isn’t a kind man,” Joe Heath looked more curious.

Picked up and brought home? Sylvan Cheney was the kind who wouldn’t even show pity to a dog or cat.

“Maybe he needed a servant or a pet, picked me up for his amusement.” Jasmine Yale dismissed it.

“Servant? He definitely doesn’t lack those. Pet? Someone like him, keep pets? But you, you are indeed interesting.”

Joe Heath suddenly thought it was hilarious.

“Let’s not talk about him anymore, I have nothing to do with him now.”

A hint of melancholy leaked through Jasmine Yale’s tone.

Nothing to do with him anymore.

He gave her life, she returned him a life.

“My brother treats you differently,” Joe Heath’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Different? Perhaps, after all, I’ve known him for fifteen years.”

“Jasmine, you know, my brother is married and has a son, there won’t be a good ending for you if you follow him.”

“I’m not planning to follow him, I told you I have nothing to do with him, can’t you get it, CEO Heath?”

Jasmine Yale raised her head, looking annoyed.

Joe Heath: