Jasper met Sylva in the villa’s reception room.
Jasper had met the man once before.
From what he remembered, Sylva was a middle-aged man with a gentlemanly and elegant aura around him.
However, now when Jasper set his eyes on Sylva again, he wondered if he had mistaken this man for someone else.
Jasper sighed slightly when he saw the slouch in Sylva’s posture and the messy white mess of hair atop his head.
“My condolences, Mr. Hanks.”
Jasper knew that Sylva had already gotten news of Zayden’s death.
Sylva grinned with a tearful smile and pulled a cigarette out. He patted his pockets but could not seem to find a lighter.
Jasper pressed down on his lighter with a click and reached out to light Sylva’s cigarette.
“Thanks.”
After taking a long drag, Sylva coughed twice. Jasper then broke the silence.
“Is there a reason why you’re here, Mr. Hanks?”
Jasper and Sylva would still be enemies instead of friends if Zayden was still alive. Now that Zayden had passed away, Sylva’s arrival meant that the man had moved on from their past.
“The death of a person is no different from the extinguishing of a flame.” Sylva sighed deeply and slouched further.
“I’ve already decided. I still have more than a million Somer Dollars saved up and it should be enough for me to live the rest of my life in peace. I’ve spent my entire life fighting for fame and power, only to lose it all to my son.
“Now, my business is gone and I’ve lost my son as well.”
Sylva looked up at Jasper and smiled sorrowfully. “What a pitiful end, wouldn’t you say?”
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