"Chris Fern, if you truly understood me, you wouldn't have fallen into my trap like this," said Sylvan Cheney with an indifferent smile.
Charles Mcintosh curled his lip in response.
If Chris Fern really understood Sylvan Cheney, he would know exactly what Sylvan's vulnerability was.
Unfortunately, Chris Fern did not understand.
As for Sylvan Cheney, he wouldn't easily reveal his vulnerability.
"You know everything you need to know? If there's anything else you want to ask, I'd be happy to answer." Sylvan Cheney took a drag from his cigarette, squinting his eyes.
"There's nothing to ask. Sylvan Cheney, with your despicable tactics, will you ever find true love?"
Sylvan Cheney laughed. How naive Chris Fern was.
In this world, the only person he considered his true love was Yolanda Fern.
"In my lifetime, you'll have the chance to see me get married," Sylvan Cheney glanced at him.
With that, Sylvan Cheney dropped his second cigarette butt on the ground, stamping it out.
