"Mr. Cheney, I, Charles Mcintosh, am a lone individual with no attachments, no father, no mother. Moreover, as a part of the Cheney Family, shouldering responsibilities for the family, there's nothing inappropriate." Charles Mcintosh defended himself.
He didn't think Sylvan Cheney's words made sense.
A great man can bend and stretch.
"Enough, there's no use in arguing with me about this. It's meaningless. The unique piece of evidence has been destroyed, and the procedures for the transfer of ownership of the Cheney Family are underway. If things go quickly, the Cheney Family will change hands next month."
From beginning to end, Sylvan Cheney remained very calm.
As if he were discussing a very ordinary matter, as well as a very simple business deal.
Even, there was not a trace of emotion in his eyes.
He remained composed, calm, and unflustered.
Sylvan Cheney took a drag of his cigarette, and in the smoke, his sharp facial features were slightly stern.
