Chapter 688 Breaking His Limbs

Emelie lifted her head, looked at him, and then moved her rook one square over. "Mr. Middleton, you're Mr. Davis's closest friend. Isn't it inappropriate to curse him like that?" she said. They were playing international chess. The game had a board with 64 squares, with each player controlling 16 pieces that move in different ways. The goal was to checkmate the opponent's king. "In the past three years, three-fifths of the Davis Group's funds have gone to Xanther. One-fifth has been keeping the Davis Group running. And the last fifth? He's been using it to expand the company’s business." William's voice was neutral. He continued, "But who would've known the market would tank over the last two years? Nearly all the industries were going down. His investments didn't just fail, it was bad timing and luck. Now, he's facing a major cash deficit, especially lately." William moved a pawn. In the game of chess, pawns can only move forward, and never backward. William's gaze darkened.