Chris Fern could only sigh at his inferior skills.
He had nothing else to say.
Game within game, scheme within scheme, Sylvan Cheney simply played along, pretending he knew nothing.
He let them move step by step into the trap, and when they thought they had reached the pinnacle, he came out and pushed them hard.
From then on, they would be beyond redemption.
"Chris Fern, you have extraordinary intelligence, but you chose the wrong object for revenge, and you wasted your love. You don't deserve any sympathy." Charles McIntosh said, "No one's love would be like yours, moving forward step by step knowing it's wrong. This is not love, this is harming others."
"How dare you question my love? Charles McIntosh, have you ever been in love? If not, then stop making big statements!" Chris Fern was enraged.
His earlier calm and composure were swept away, and he lashed out at Charles McIntosh.
Charles McIntosh could only smile wryly.
