Fated love: the unwanted bride - Chapter 460
Chapter 460: Chapter 460: Sylvan, Happy Wedding
Charles Mcintosh was well aware of Spencer Childe’s tactics.
When the old man was young, he was swift and fierce, feared by both the legitimate and the underworld.
Now though he has aged and fallen ill, his vigor remains.
Even Mr. Cheney must show him some caution.
Sylvan Cheney continued his discussion of the property details with Charles Mcintosh for a while longer.
Just then, there came a knock at the meeting room door.
Sylvan Cheney’s secretary walked in, “Mr. Cheney, there is someone in the reception room looking for you.”
“Little Sun, not just anyone gets to see Mr. Cheney directly. You’ve been with Mr. Cheney for so long and you still don’t understand?” Charles scolded.
The secretary seemed wronged, “That person said he is… Mr. Cheney’s father. I didn’t dare to stop him.”
Sylvan Cheney’s face turned grave, his gaze piercing.
Teagan Cheney?
Sylvan Cheney closed his file and strode out, “I’m going over.”
A chill ran down Charles Mcintosh’s spine.
Mr. Cheney’s father is back in Landon? He surely returned with intentions towards Elder Childe’s inheritance, didn’t he?
This man, he truly has no shame.
Reception room.
A middle-aged man stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the snowflakes outside.
He had a straight posture, radiant complexion and a particularly stern face, despite his age.
Fifteen years since he last visited Landon, the city has changed so much.
Especially the Cheney Group, under Sylvan Cheney’s leadership, it has developed rapidly.
The Cheney Group’s main building is even situated in Landon’s prime location.
His son, truly beyond his expectations, was very skilled.
Just like his grandfather and mother.
Sylvan Cheney made his entrance, his shoes striking a grounded sound against the floor.
“You were looking for me?” Sylvan Cheney’s eyes displayed an indifferent disdain.
Teagan Cheney turned around, then laughed: “Finally, I get to see you, Sylvan. Congratulations on your wedding.”
“I have a meeting in a bit. Please get to the point,” Sylvan Cheney glanced at his wristwatch, his tone icy.
Teagan Cheney had not changed much from what he expected, only that half of his hair had turned white.
There was no stirring in Sylvan Cheney’s heart, not even a ripple.
Seeing Teagan Cheney felt like meeting an ordinary client.
He couldn’t even be considered a competitor.
“Busy? I brought you a wedding gift, I couldn’t make it the day before, I apologize,” Teagan gave a slight apology.
Compared to Sylvan Cheney’s sharpness and aggression, Teagan’s demeanor was much more subdued.
With that, Teagan pointed towards the table, “Not sure if you will like it, but it’s a token of goodwill.”
“I’ll accept it,” replied Sylvan Cheney without looking.
“I think we can find some time to sit down and talk, that is, if you are willing to give me some of your time?” Teagan suggested.
Looking at Sylvan Cheney, he felt that his son has changed drastically.
They had met a few times overseas over the years.
But each time, Sylvan Cheney seemed more mature and reserved, increasingly inscrutable.
His mind was as deep as the ocean.
Qiana Childe did give birth to a formidable son.
“Apologies, but I’m extremely busy lately. I’m afraid I won’t have any time,”
Within Sylvan Cheney’s gaze remained an unyielding coldness and depth, like an iceberg that never melted.
“Sylvan, it’s rare that I make the trip to Landon, why not sit down for a cup of tea and chat? The snowfall is quite beautiful, I recall that your mother had a penchant for watching the snow,” Teagan laughed.
“You don’t have the right to mention her.”
Sylvan Cheney’s gaze was sharp, indifferent, frigid, his entire body radiating a chilling aura.
“As a matter of fact, I miss her, and I miss you,” Teagan said, “Alas, it’s unfortunate that you don’t consider me your father anymore.”
