Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1237: I’ll Be in Jail for No More Than Ten Years

Chapter 1237: Chapter 1237: I’ll Be in Jail for No More Than Ten Years

Charles Mcintosh pressed Yacob Harry closely, giving him no chance to fight back.

Tensions were high in the living room as rain poured down outside the window.

The relentless downpour outside continued to roar, lending an especially delicate air to the atmosphere.

"Your pride isn’t worth a dime in the face of prison disaster," Yacob Harry sneered. "Once you’re incarcerated, you won’t have any room to maneuver. By then, your corporation will have gone bankrupt, and your house will be confiscated..."

"Sylvan Cheney," Sylvan looked down at the middle-aged man on the ground, "will it be me going to prison first, or will you not live to see tomorrow’s sun, hm?"

"Even if I don’t see tomorrow’s sun, you’ll still have to go to prison." He had the air of someone willing to go down with the ship.

Smuggling was indeed a serious crime.

He held all the evidence in his hands.

Charles Mcintosh stepped on Yacob Harry’s shoulder with his leather shoe, preventing him from moving.

"Yacob Harry, think it through. My prison sentence is only ten years at most, but once your life is gone, it’s gone for good," Sylvan Cheney said indifferently. "Hand over the evidence you’re holding."

"Now that the conversation has reached this point, do you think I would give it to you?"

Yacob Harry didn’t believe that Sylvan Cheney was indifferent.

Ten years is precious to any person.

Let alone to someone like Sylvan Cheney.

He didn’t believe Sylvan Cheney was indifferent.

The two were at a stalemate, the atmosphere cold and tense.

In the silence, they could hear the sound of the heavy rain outside.

Just as they were at a standoff, the court’s car stopped at the entrance of the yard.

This wasn’t the first time that the court had come; nothing had been resolved in the first trial, and now the second trial was imminent.

As soon as Yacob Harry released his evidence, neither Sylvan Cheney nor the Cheney Family could escape their fate.

Charles Mcintosh let go of Yacob Harry.

Soon, Yacob Harry was propping himself up from the ground and standing, sneaking towards the door.

A dozen people swarmed in, the sound of black leather shoes tapping against the floor.

The rain continued to fall outside, and the staff lined up under the eaves.

"CEO Cheney, please come with us for an investigation," one of them said at the entrance of the living room.

Yacob Harry wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his sinister eyes fixed on Sylvan Cheney.

Sylvan Cheney said nothing and followed them into the rain.

As his tall figure stood on the steps, he didn’t turn his head, and said lightly, "Charles Mcintosh, remember what I entrusted to you."

Having said that, he stepped into the rain and walked away.

The tall figure of Sylvan Cheney gradually disappeared into the curtain of rain.

Then, he was no longer visible.

Several cars arrived hurriedly; they also left hurriedly, soon disappearing from sight.

With Sylvan Cheney gone, Yacob Harry quickly squeezed back into his Land Rover, cursing in low tones, extremely unwilling to leave.

Charles Mcintosh narrowed his eyes, gazing intently ahead.

The Cheney Residence had suddenly become lively just moments before, and now it was quiet once again.

All the cars at the door had left, and Sylvan had left as well.

In the vast Cheney Residence, only Charles Mcintosh remained standing alone in the chilly wind.

The wind blew, fluttering his coat noisily.

Silence. Desolation.

Looking up, there was nothing but emptiness, nothing at all.

Charles Mcintosh knew the seriousness of the situation, and so did Sylvan.

From the moment Yacob Harry started threatening them with evidence last year, he knew a day like this would come.

Charles Mcintosh lit a cigarette.

His brows furrowed.

Marriage can indeed be a tool to be used among the powerful, but he knew Sylvan too well.

Sylvan Cheney wasn’t despicable enough.

Charles Mcintosh took a drag of his cigarette, the smoke swirling and obscuring his vision.

Beyond his sight were mountains and rivers, but no people.

Time stretched on in loneliness.

(Due to certain reasons, Yacob Harry’s identity mentioned earlier in the text has been changed to that of a company CEO~ Please be aware of this~ Remember to cast your monthly votes~)