No Strings Attached

The man glared at Edwin without a trace of fear. "What's the matter, feeling sorry for her? She's your buddy's girl. What's it to you? Got some dirty little secret between the two of you?" "Shut your mouth! Believe me, I'll blow your head off right here, right now."

Edwin aimed his gun at the man. Immediately, the man pressed his knife against Clara's delicate neck. "Go ahead, shoot. Let's see what's quicker, your bullet or my blade. I forgot to tell you that I was a butche back in my hometown. I could take down the biggest steer with a single slice, let alone a woman."

He pushed down slightly, and a bright red line of blood appeared on Clara's neck.

Edwin, out of sheer terror, released the trigger and shouted, "Don't you dare touch her!"

the hell out of my way, or I'll

stepped back a few paces. No one dared to make

her. In other words, he wanted to use her

this guy, they could reel in the big fish they were after. Realizing all this, Clara tried to calm herself. She needed to keep him stable and buy time for lan

you'll walk away with nothing. If I were you, I'd demand a hefty ransom from lan, maybe a helicopter too, and then make a run for some foreign land. Sounds much better than being a pawn here, doesn't it?" At her words, the man's brow furrowed. "How do you know

your boss is surely ruthless and meticulous. Yet, here you are, full of mistakes and a loving father. If I'm not wrong, your child is under five. What a young kid fears most

must be your child's artwork. It's set to ten o'clock, which I guess is her bedtime. She wants to see

in the man. He stared at the makeshift watch on his wrist, his eyes swimming with something that looked

lan burst onto the scene. He raised his