Fated love: the unwanted bride

After all, with Sylvan’s backing, Joe could surely thrive.

“Uncle Heath, you know, I’m not into meddling with the entertainment industry, but that doesn’t mean, I never will.”

A chilling warning.

Kaisan Heath drew in a cold breath.

It was precisely because Sylvan steered clear of the entertainment industry that Landon’s entire entertainment sector had fallen into the Heath family’s lap.

But what Sylvan disdained and didn’t want was not something he couldn’t have!

He was getting old and was no longer a match for Sylvan.

“Sylvan, if you meant that you’ll reprimand Joe occasionally, I won’t spare him either.”

Kaisan Heath honestly didn’t know how Joe had provoked Sylvan.

Even now, he was still quite puzzled.

Also, Joe usually complied with Sylvan’s orders, it’s not worth offending Sylvan.

Kaisan Heath was genuinely confused.

“Give me his mobile phone.” Sylvan said, taking a drag on his cigarette.

His piercing gaze fell on Kaisan Heath’s face.

It was as sharp as a knife, cold and ominous.

Kaisan’s eyes flickered.

Despite the occasional differences with his own son, he was still his flesh and blood, the one who would inherit all his estates.

And in Joe’s phone would most likely have many confidential contents.

Kaisan Heath wasn’t a fool, he sighed –

“Sylvan, you know Joe’s stubborn. Even having him under house arrest took a lot of my strength, I’m afraid he hates me now…”

Sylvan silently watched him, smoking his cigarette while listening.

It seems that Charles Mcintosh understood Sylvan’s every word and action, he casually opened his mouth: “CEO Heath, Mr. Cheney just wants to check on some people.”

Kaisan Heath stunned.

He couldn’t keep his intentions hidden from Sylvan.

If that’s the case, he had no reason to be at odds with Sylvan.

He was already old, and if Sylvan really went against him, most likely the Heath family would suffer.

“I’ll call the housekeeper to bring Joe’s phone over.” Kaisan Heath compromised.

“Uncle Heath, I’ve ordered a bunch of dishes, have a look if they suit your taste.”

Sylvan’s mouth curved into a cold smile, yet it was full of amiability and tolerance.

Kaisan glanced at the table and nodded: “All good.”

“That’s good then.” Sylvan looked at him.

For a moment, the room’s atmosphere was eerily quiet.

There were unsettling elements floating in the air.

“Uncle Heath, there’s no other reason I invited you over tonight, just that it’s been a long time, and I wanted to invite you for a meal.”

Sylvan’s face still wore a faint smile, like a spring breeze on the face.

However, what Kaisan sensed was more akin to a chilling wind.

A banquet with ulterior motives.

“It’s been a long time, I’ve missed you too back home. Sylvan, I heard that you’re already married abroad, is it true?”

“Where did Uncle Heath hear such a rumor? If I got married, isn’t it a must to invite you?” Sylvan laughed.

He flicked the ashes from his cigarette.

The simple gesture was filled with a warning deterrence.

“Yes, yes, it looks like I’ve just heard rumors. I’m old now, and you shouldn’t hold it against me.” Kaisan laughed, “The main thing is that I met your son last time, if I remember correctly… he is called Chale Cheney? Very nice name, and the little one is adorable, just like you.”

“Let’s talk about Joe instead.” Sylvan changed the subject.

He never liked people discussing his private affairs.

Kaisan Heath drank some tea, his fingers slightly trembling.

He tried to remain calm.

(It seems some of you didn’t understand, let me explain, SJC is clearly Mr. Cheney, syllables for Sylvan Jia and Cheney, so Mr. Cheney already knows a lot.. Everyone is very keen on reading the book, “Mua”…)