In the evening, at a private dining room.
Sylvan Cheney stood by the large floor-to-ceiling window, with a cigarette perched between his fingers.
However, he didn't light it up, his deep eyes gazed at the night sky outside the window, seemingly as cold as ice.
After a while, there was a sound of footsteps behind him.
"Mr. Cheney, Mr. Heath is here." It was Charles Mcintosh.
Sylvan Cheney turned his head, withdrew his gaze and met Kaisan Heath's eyes.
"Sylvan, Joe has always been a troublemaker, I've punished him, and I will discipline him strictly during this period." Kaisan Heath was determined.
"Uncle Heath, please sit."
Sylvan Cheney walked over to the couch and sat down.
Kaisan Heath sat across from him, he was not quite sure about the exact conflict between Joe Heath and Sylvan Cheney.
But, the conflict seemed not minor.
Sylvan was older than Joe and would usually accommodate him. However, this time, it was different.
