Kieran Janus's finger tightened on the trigger.
The cold muzzle was pointed at Sylvan Cheney's temple, and he only slightly closed his eyes, with traces of exhaustion but calmness in his eyes, without any fluctuations.
He knew Kieran Janus didn't dare to shoot easily.
"Kieran, Erin is still in the hospital. I've arranged the best bodyguards to watch over her. Aren't you going to take a look? Hmm?" Sylvan Cheney's deep voice carried a hint of threat.
Sure enough, Kieran Janus's expression changed again.
"What have you done to her?"
"Nothing much, just having people watch over her, watching carefully. After all... pregnant women can't afford any carelessness, isn't that right, President Janus?"
"Sylvan Cheney, you're despicable. You've planned everything flawlessly, just waiting for me to fall into it, right?" Kieran Janus gritted his teeth.
