Chapter 1640: Chapter 1640: High Fever and Miscarriage
Cheney Group.
The afternoon meeting started at two o’clock and lasted for a full five hours.
Jesse Rowan had never been in such a lengthy meeting before. Though anxious and irritated, he had to patiently negotiate with Sylvan Cheney.
His brow was filled with anxiety, unlike the poise he had in the morning.
On the other hand, Sylvan Cheney was calm and composed, showing no signs of disappointment or sorrow, as if simply handling a straightforward transaction.
Charles Mcintosh felt heavier at heart than Sylvan Cheney, but he would never worry about Sylvan. He knew with Sylvan’s capabilities, the new company would not be any worse than the Cheney Group.
Moreover, the Cheney family’s history is filled with dark chapters; shedding the Cheney Group to start anew might be a blessing in disguise.
This move might just be called a strategic withdrawal.
The piles of dossiers on the table were mountainous, and sometimes, the only sound in the conference room was the secretary typing on the keyboard.
Jesse Rowan seldom spoke. In such a solemn, serious setting, he didn’t even have the mind to make jokes.
It felt as if a stone was pressing on his heart, leaving him distracted.
The meeting went from daybreak to nightfall, with the rain still pouring incessantly.
When the conference room fell silent, the murmur of the rain outside could even be heard, coldly hitting the windows in the pitch black outside.
The transition ceremony was conducted secretly, with the media receiving no information.
Therefore, on the surface, the Cheney Group appeared unchanged.
The wall clock in the conference room ticked away, from seven to eight, then from eight to nine.
Sylvan Cheney and Jesse Rowan didn’t speak, so no one dared to make a sound.
At half-past nine.
Jesse Rowan finally lost his patience and stood up with a start: “Mr. Cheney, let’s continue tomorrow, we’re done for today.”
Sylvan Cheney lifted his head from the documents, glanced at the standing Jesse Rowan: “Alright, I have no objections.”
“It’s already so dark, everyone is hungry too, let’s discuss more tomorrow.” Jesse Rowan glanced at the bleak sky outside, his eyes filled with tumultuous waves.
“Then let’s adjourn.” Sylvan Cheney closed the notebook in front of him, “Charles, take everyone to the restaurant for dinner, would Mr. Rowan like to join?”
“No, I’ll head off first.”
Jesse Rowan hardly said anything else, fastened his suit buttons, pulled back his chair, and was ready to leave.
Sylvan Cheney did not try to stop him.
However, Liamly Finley couldn’t keep up with his master, so he had no choice but to stay for dinner. He couldn’t understand what Jesse Rowan was up to. Another appointment?
It’s raining today, what could be fun?
Jesse Rowan left the conference room first, walking hurriedly.
Walking, he opened his phone and dialed Koi Garden: “Did she go home?”
The servant at Koi Garden answered: “Mr. Rowan, Miss Harry? Miss Harry didn’t come home, Grandma Zaila said Miss Harry is at the hospital, she has a fever.”
“A fever? How did she get a fever?” When he left, she was fine, even had the energy to scold him.
“I heard she accidentally got caught in the rain and then fell ill.”
Jesse Rowan didn’t listen any longer, impatiently hung up, and called the people at the hospital.
“Mr. Rowan.”
“Where’s Joan Harry?”
“At, at the hospital, high fever, on a drip.”
“Is it serious?”
“A bit, high fever and miscarriage, the situation… doesn’t look optimistic.” The old servant trembled with fear.
“How did she end up in the rain? Didn’t I tell you to stay with her?”
“It, it’s our fault…”