Chapter 712: Chapter 712: The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
Chris Fern also wanted to know where he had gone wrong.
Sylvan Cheney’s face was calm.
The cigarette in his hand had burned out, he discarded the butt at his feet, crushing it with his leather shoes.
After a while, Sylvan Cheney lit another cigarette, his actions elegant and natural.
“Do you think I wouldn’t know Teagan Cheney’s little tricks?” Sylvan Cheney sneered, “You all discovered his manipulations, of course, I did too.”
Sylvan Cheney stopped there, and Chris Fern understood.
Disappointnt filled Chris Fern’s eyes, endless and overwhelming, like the thick fog in this weather, with no end in sight.
He understood.
Sylvan Cheney had known everything; he had just played along, indulging their greed, to see just how far they would go.
Undoubtedly, Sylvan Cheney had won.
They were never a match for Sylvan Cheney; they rely relied on Spencer Childe’s favoritism to plot against him.
Unfortunately, while the mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole lurks behind.
Sylvan Cheney had been fully prepared, waiting for them to take the bait.
Alternatively, one could say that Sylvan had been on the high ground, watching them step by step toward the abyss.
He had given them opportunities to turn back, but they had chosen to take risks and move forward.
Who was to bla? Themselves? But there wasn’t much regret.
The underground passage was dim, with only a bit of light coming in from the entrance.
Chris Fern’s skin was pale, he was young, and when he lowered his head in silence, a hint of sorrow lay between his eyebrows.
Charles Mcintosh sighed inwardly.
He could have had a bright future, and now…it was all ruined.
Chris Fern was so young and so outstanding.
All destroyed by his own hands.
Knowing well that murdering for gains cos at a price, he still went all in with no regrets.
There were tis when Charles Mcintosh admired his courage. For Yolanda, he was willing to do anything.
“Idiot.” Charles Mcintosh couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, “You love Yolanda so much, it doesn’t an she loves you.”
Perhaps the underground tunnel was too quiet.
Chris Fern heard his comnt!
His face imdiately changed: “You are not allowed to slander Yolanda, she does love .”
He confessed to her, and she accepted.
She even said that she wanted to live with him in Lonton forever.
Yolanda does love him.
They were truly in love and had promised never to part.
Charles Mcintosh was even more helpless. This boy, whenever Yolanda was ntioned, he would lose his cool.
He had known Chris Fern for many years. He knew him to be reserved, diligent and reliable.
Little did he know that the young man had so many ideas in his heart.
He was willing to go to such lengths for Yolanda.
He feared that even if Yolanda asked him to die now, he would be willing.
An abnormal love, excessively twisted.
And that woman Yolanda, she was too cunning.
Clearly, Chris Fern was no match for Yolanda.
Whether Yolanda liked Chris Fern or not, Charles Mcintosh didn’t know.
But he knew that Yolanda was more obsessed with wealth and power than she was with Chris Fern.
Charles Mcintosh didn’t know how he felt, but his chest felt as if it was being strangled, leaving him gasping for breath.
Chris Fern’s face was still young, even childlike in places.
When Charles Mcintosh looked at him, his emotions were mixed.
“I am in this predicant today, do whatever you want with . I’ll bear all the consequences. These sches were all my doing, Yolanda had nothing to do with them, don’t bla her.” Chris Fern said calmly.
“Chris Fern, it’s not up to you to decide.” Sylvan Cheney stared at him, “When you committed these acts, you should have thought of the legal consequences.”
Even now, he was still protecting Yolanda.
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