At least he felt it was much more interesting than Joan Harry.
"You should go back." Charles Mcintosh's expression wasn't very pleasant.
Whenever Jesse Rowan mentioned Lilac Serval, he thought of the scene at noon when Lilac Serval left.
Throughout the journey, Lilac Serval didn't say much to him, even sold everything he gave her, leaving with just a Miu Miu.
When she left, Lilac Serval didn't look at him, carrying an attitude of decisiveness and completely severing ties.
Jesse Rowan always had a smile on his face: "Mr. Mcintosh, why not work with me in the future? I guarantee it'll be much more interesting than now—feast on good food, drink fine wine, anything you want. And, definitely more interesting than following Sylvan Cheney."
"I don't need it." Charles Mcintosh coldly refused.
"Tsk tsk." Jesse Rowan sighed, such a blockhead.
How great to follow him; he could take him around Landon, cars, houses, women—he was adept in all.
