He loosened the button on his shirt collar, but was completely out of temper from being tormented by Sylvan Cheney, and could only glare at him.
Sylvan Cheney remained calm and collected, his face as always calm.
He put down his pen, looked at Jesse Rowan, and said lightly, "The Cheney Family's business is busy. If Mr. Rowan finds it hard to manage, perhaps consider selling off some projects. Just don't run the Cheney Family into the ground within a year."
"You look down on me, a legitimate business school graduate? I entered Canford University with top marks back in the day." That was something Jesse Rowan was very proud of.
"Impressive." Sylvan's gaze was placid, "You really need to live up to those top marks."
"It's getting dark, I'm heading home. I'm starving." Jesse Rowan stretched lazily, truly exhausted.
Ever since he started intermittently taking over the Cheney Family, he hadn't had a single day of rest.
