Chapter 300 Senior Jewelry Designer

Three years ago, when Charles Mcintosh held the little fellow in his arms, he knew he'd taken on another responsibility.

He'd always thought he wasn't that fond of children.

But unexpectedly, the little tyke had already spent three years by his side.

"Mr. Cheney, it's time for boarding."

Someone came over at this moment.

"Hmm."

Sylvan Cheney put down the magazine in his hand and placed his coat over his arm.

Charles followed Sylvan and walked towards the airplane.

Once inside the first-class cabin, Sylvan Cheney seated himself, crossed his legs and his face looked slightly worn out.

His usually stern face wore a new layer of fatigue.

"Mr. Cheney, take some rest."

Charles knew that Sylvan had been very busy recently, only managing to catch a few hours of sleep every night.

He was not only dealing with Spencer Childe's matters but also handling many domestic affairs.

"Bring me Luka Xadrian's data."