Chapter 370: Chapter 370: If She Marries Joe

“Sylvan, actually, you might not know, but Joe probably doesn’t have strong feelings for Melody.” Kaisan Heath shook his head, “He said he’s recently been pursuing another girl. How about I play matchmaker for them and get him to move on sooner?”

Kaisan Heath’s words were casual, but Sylvan Cheney’s expression instantly darkened.

“Oh? I think Melody Xylas is the best fit for Joe.”

Sylvan Cheney’s tone brimmed with an overwhelming pressure.

“I’ve prepared a betrothal gift and wedding present for Joe.” Sylvan Cheney curled his lips indifferently, “A piece of land in the northern suburbs of Landon, how about that?”

Kaisan Heath was stunned.

So was Charles Mcintosh.

A piece of land in Landon…how much that must be worth!

Moreover, the Heath family had been considering a foray into the real estate business for a long time!

Now with this piece of land, it was like icing on the cake!

Kaisan Heath started making calculations in his mind.

“Uncle Heath, Melody Xylas is also a girl I’ve known for a long time. In my opinion, her character is very gentle, there’s nobody more suitable for Joe than her. I cannot be unfair. How about this, Joe can keep the betrothal gift, and this piece of land can be given to Melody Xylas.”

There was a flickering chilliness in Sylvan Cheney’s eyes, but–

His face wore a warm smile.

If Kaisan Heath did not already know what type of person Sylvan was, he might have been deceived by his outward demeanor.

However…this was probably Sylvan Cheney’s final concession.

It was Joe, after all, who had provoked him first.

“Sylvan, you’re right. Melody is very compatible with Joe, I’ll give it serious consideration when I go back.” Kaisan Heath nodded.

Not consider, but there was absolutely no room for turning back.

There was no other choice.

As for Melody Xylas, he had always cherished her as if she was his own daughter.

If she were to marry Joe, it wouldn’t be too bad.

“Hmm, Uncle Heath, do give it a good thought.” Sylvan Cheney curled his lips.

Fortunately, dinner was served at this point, slightly easing the atmosphere.

Not too long after, Kaisan Heath’s driver brought Joe Heath’s phone to Sylvan Cheney.

“Sylvan, this person you’re looking for, do I know them?” Kaisan Heath asked tentatively.

Sylvan Cheney pursed his lips, silent.

Kaisan Heath choked up a bit, not daring to ask further, and retracted his curious gaze.

Charles Mcintosh personally poured Kaisan Heath a glass of wine.

Kaisan Heath couldn’t refuse and had no choice but to drink one glass after another.

Sylvan Cheney held Joe Heath’s phone, with a playful smirk at the corners of his mouth.

The gleam in his eyes was boundless.

The banquet finally ended around nine thirty in the evening.

Kaisan Heath was utterly exhausted, but had no say in the matter, afraid Sylvan Cheney might have something on him.

Outside the restaurant, Sylvan Cheney was standing, a cigarette in his hand.

“Uncle Heath, several people have recently set their eyes on that piece of land in my hands.” Sylvan Cheney’s expression remained the same.

Both are experienced old foxes, Kaisan Heath naturally understood Sylvan Cheney’s meaning.

If Joe didn’t get married soon, this “gift” was likely no longer promised.

Moreover, the consequences of refusing the toast and having to drink a forfeit were definitely going to be more severe.

What Kaisan Heath couldn’t figure out was how Joe had offended Sylvan…

If it weren’t for the sake of the Heath family, things wouldn’t have been this simple.

Right now, Sylvan Cheney was at least giving the Heath family some face.

“Sylvan, rest assured, I’ll go back and discipline Joe properly. He definitely won’t cause any trouble for you next time.” Kaisan Heath was slightly tipsy.

His face was flushed and his gaze confused.

“Hmm.” Sylvan Cheney ambiguously acknowledged.

Smoke swirled around his face, obscuring it. His handsome, icy face was elusive.

Under the streetlight, Sylvan Cheney stood tall and straight..