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.