Chapter 529: Chapter 529: The Secret I Don’t Know?

Sylvan Cheney’s attitude dealt Kaine Zahir a harsh blow.

Originally, he intended to take this opportunity to negotiate with Sylvan Cheney.

“Mr. Cheney, could you do me a favor? Afterwards, I’ll leave Landon forever and never see Jasmine again,” Kaine Zahir begged.

His eyes were full of pitifulness.

Sylvan Cheney gave him a cold glance, Kaine Zahir was braver than he had imagined.

“Mr. Cheney, my wife and daughter have been thrown into prison, could you… show some mercy… Regardless of what happened, they are Jasmine’s stepmother and sister… ”

“Kaine Zahir, who do you think you are?”

Kaine Zahir was silenced.

He did not expect… Sylvan Cheney to be so heartless.

“Mr. Cheney, I beg you, she’s my only wife, I beg you… ”

As he spoke, Kaine Zahir’s tears started to flow, his eyes reddened, he was sobbing right away.

“Pleading holds no power here.”

Under the night sky, Sylvan Cheney’s face was cold and frosty.

“Mr. Cheney, I have no other demands, just this little one. In the future, I promise to take my wife and daughter away and not bother you or Jasmine again.”

Kaine Zahir subconsciously glanced at Sylvan Cheney ——

All he saw was Sylvan Cheney’s sullen face, clearly displeased; he realized there was probably no room for negotiation.

Under the street lamp, Kaine Zahir gritted his teeth.

He squinted slightly, deciding to go for broke.

“Mr. Cheney, if you could help me, I could tell you a secret. A secret not too big to be worrisome, yet not too small to be neglected. I believe, Mr. Cheney might be interested.”

Kaine Zahir’s voice was very soft.

He knew that someone like Sylvan Cheney was beyond his ability to threaten.

Once Sylvan decided to take action, it would be akin to plucking hair from a tiger.

“Oh?” Sylvan Cheney’s voice rose lightly, “What sort of secret would you know that I don’t? Moreover, are you sure it interest me?”

Sylvan Cheney’s eyes concealed a profound vortex, akin to the bottomless deep water of an ancient well.

Who would have thought, this middle-aged man, still had the ability to threaten others.

Negotiate with him?

“It’s about Jasmine,” Kaine Zahir tested.

He could see no telltale signs of emotion on Sylvan Cheney’s face.

“What if I’m not interested?”

Kaine Zahir’s eyes darted nervous for a moment. Not interested? What was the extent of Mr. Cheney’s relationship with Jasmine?

But he quickly regained his composure.

He nodded, “I’m sorry, Mr. Cheney, for bothering you.”

Having said that, he turned and walked away.

Under the street light, Kaine Zahir’s figure carried a touch of loneliness.

Sylvan Cheney squinted his eyes, watching him.

After a while, he got into his car.

A thin layer of mist had formed on the car windows, condensing into a frosty layer.

“Sir, shall we enter the residential area?” Charles Mcintosh asked.

Sylvan Cheney lit a cigarette, gazing ahead with deep eyes.

His long figure leaned against the seat, emanating an intimidating chill.

“Kaine Zahir said he has a secret about Jasy that I would want to know,” Sylvan Cheney said impassively.

Having followed Sylvan Cheney for several years, Charles Mcintosh understood immediately.

“Sir, I’ll investigate.”

Sylvan Cheney’s gaze turned sharp; the smoke shrouded his profile.

…

On Saturday, a heavy rain fell from the sky.

Jasmine Yale didn’t go out. She stayed indoors with the heater on, dressed in thick pajamas.

Outside the window was a continual downpour mixed with Landon’s distinctive wind and chill.

The wind blew with a “whoosh.”…

In this kind of weather, it was best to huddle up at home.

Jasmine Yale picked out an English book.

She planned to take a postgraduate entrance exam and further her studies in university. If possible, she wanted to study abroad.