Chapter 709: Chapter 709: Like a King, Controlling the Overall Situation

“Chris Fern, stop making excuses for murder in the name of greed,” said Charles Mcintosh flatly. “You’re not a child, you know right from wrong. No matter how many reasons or grievances you have, if you do something illegal, you must pay the price under law.”

Love and past are not excuses for crimes.

Desire and greed are the roots of evil.

The air congealed with a heavy atmosphere, with such low pressure that it was suffocating.

After a long while, Chris drew a key from his pocket.

With a “clank”, the key drew an arc in the air and fell to the ground.

It was the key to the safe, but he knew there was nothing in it.

The icy key lay still on the ground.

“Chris Fern, you know what you’ve done, don’t you?” Sylvan Cheney’s brows furrowed, speaking in a cold voice.

“You know it all, why ask?” Chris didn’t want to repeat himself.

He suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

As it turned out, Sylvan Cheney had been watching them from a very early stage, strategically retreating and advancing in an orderly fashion.

No matter how much control they thought they had, Sylvan Cheney was the real mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the sparrow behind.

“Chris Fern, you seem to be willing to do anything for Yolanda Fern, even going as far as drugging my son with a handicapping drug.” Sylvan Cheney smirked coldly.

“So what? If you die, of course I have to control your son. If you don’t die, I have to get rid of you first, then control your son. Is there anything wrong with that?” Chris retorted contemptuously.

Charles shook his head, helpless.

This Chris Fern, for the sake of Yolanda had descended into madness.

He could even lay a hand on a three-year-old child.

Nothing was beyond him.

Pity, if Chris Fern could have simply continued as a doctor, he’d now undoubtedly be a well-known expert with unlimited prospects.

After all, Chris Fern was considered a genius in the medical field.

For the sake of one woman, he ruined his own life and didn’t even realize it.

Charles didn’t know what to say.

“Chris Fern, you played a good game of chess, but unfortunately, I am your opponent.” Sylvan Cheney took a drag of his cigarette, squinting his sharp eyes.

His gaze revealed unabashed confidence and sharpness.

This was the unique restrained blade of Sylvan Cheney.

“Time and again, I gave you chances. You squandered them, daring to take desperate offers. Don’t blame me for making a move.” Sylvan Cheney spoke indifferently.

“Sylvan Cheney, why didn’t you deal with us from the start? Why wait until now?”

Chris stared at the terrifying man in front of him.

This man exuded an icy aura, deeply introverted to the extreme, as if nothing could touch his emotions.

He rarely revealed any of his feelings, leaving no room for anyone to exploit.

Chris thought to himself that if his opponent weren’t Sylvan Cheney, his plan would have been seamless.

Unfortunately, there were no “ifs”.

“Firstly, to give you a chance to repent, after all I wouldn’t want to push Yolanda to a dead end; Secondly, some old heads are too stubborn, without this play, the old man would still be kept in the dark even now.”

Sylvan Cheney chuckled, taking another drag of his cigarette as the smoke gradually faded away.

The smile on his lips hid a hidden sharpness, like a knife, extremely sharp.

He stood there, straight as a noble son, independent of the world.

One hand tucked into his greatcoat pocket, his face displayed a touch of leisure and comfort.

Like a king, controlling everything, looking down upon the world.

One glance, one move, enough to turn victories into ashes.

“What do you mean?” Chris’ face changed dramatically, looking at Sylvan Cheney in disbelief.