Fated love: the unwanted bride
Chapter 1244: Has Something Big Happened?

Chapter 1244: Chapter 1244: Has Something Big Happened?

Charles Mcintosh curved his lips, a hint of self-mockery at the corners of his mouth.

The car gradually approached the city center, not far from the Cheney Family building.

The downpour had started not long ago, and a layer of water had already accumulated on the street. Everywhere was shrouded in a white haze, and pedestrians, clutching their umbrellas, trembled in the wind.

This year, too, was a harsh winter.

The Cheney Family building stood gloriously in a prime location, having long become one of Landon’s landmarks.

Today’s heavy rain made the whole building vanish into a white mist, adding a sense of cold severity and majesty that wasn’t there on normal days.

Charles Mcintosh drove into the Cheney’s underground parking lot and walked alone to the president’s office.

As the elevator stopped, just then, Joan Harry came over, holding a stack of documents.

She was different when she was working, dressed in a black and white suit and with her hair put up. She was not as lively as usual, but appeared more serious.

"Good morning, Assistant Mcintosh," Joan Harry greeted with a smile.

She had been looking well recently, her cheeks rosy, and she was especially beautiful when smiling.

"Good morning," Charles Mcintosh nodded in greeting.

"Uh... Assistant Mcintosh, is Mr. Cheney around? I haven’t seen him for several days, and he isn’t answering his phone," Joan inquired cautiously, her bright eyes looking at Charles Mcintosh.

Charles Mcintosh stopped and said indifferently, "Mr. Cheney is away on a business trip, the signal isn’t very good."

"Oh, I see."

Joan felt something was off, but couldn’t quite say what.

Charles Mcintosh had said he was away on a trip, so she decided to take it as that.

But she really hadn’t seen Sylvan Cheney for many days.

"So when is Mr. Cheney coming back?"

"Hard to say."

"Then, Assistant Mcintosh, here are some reports from the PR department, originally for Mr. Cheney’s review."

"Just give them to me."

"Okay."

Joan handed the file folder to Charles Mcintosh.

She then left that floor reassured and headed to her own office.

Charles Mcintosh opened the president’s office door and tossed the documents onto Sylvan Cheney’s desk.

It seemed that Joan Harry’s perfume lingered in the air, neither heavy nor light, but impossible to dissipate.

Sylvan Cheney’s office was spacious and bright, the files on his desk neatly organized and orderly.

A thin layer of mist covered the floor-to-ceiling windows. Looking down from the high-rise, the entire city was shrouded in a smoke-like haze.

Charles Mcintosh turned on the computer and finished dealing with all the corporate matters.

The office was spacious and quiet, the large space filled only with the sound of Charles Mcintosh typing on the keyboard.

At noon, Lilac Serval called him—

"Are you coming to Cheney Residence for lunch? The house is so cold and empty. Butler Santana asked if you were coming to eat."

"I’m afraid I won’t have the time."

"Then forget it, I’ll eat with Butler Santana. I learned a few dishes from him today."

"What did you learn?"

"Nothing special, it’s just that Butler Santana said they turned out well."

"Are you bringing them to me? I don’t have any lunch arranged yet, Cheney Family building... do you know it?"

"Bring it to you? Where do you get off?" Lilac Serval snorted, her hand holding the phone while the other one curled her hair, "Eat if you want, starve if you don’t. I don’t have the time to bring it to you. Gotta go, I have to call Chale Cheney."

"..."

Lilac Serval, with no mercy, hung up the phone.

"Miss Serval," Butler Santana came over, his face marked by worry he couldn’t hide, "Is Mr. Cheney not coming back today?"

"He’s not. He probably won’t return for the next few days."

Butler Santana was still unaware of what had happened; he was simply very concerned.

"Miss Serval, has something serious happened?"