The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

Chapter 298

"You're a child, so I don't want to aim my firearm at you. Consider this your last chance to lower your gun," Edward commented with a neutral tone as he stood composedly.

However, Maurice saw the former's calmness as fear. He retracted his gun, casually leaning it against his shoulder while jutting his chin.

He sat in his car, shutting the car door while mocking Edward through the open window, "Don't you think the way you’re speaking to me is counterproductive to what you want me to do?”

Edward remained unmoving but had already narrowed his eyes. No one could tell how he felt since he spoke emotionlessly the entire time. "I'm curious-what do you mean by that? I'd like to know what you think my motives are.”

Maurice's eyes widened. He wanted to know whether Edward was genuinely curious or if the latter was trying to embarrass him. His face then warped hideously compared to everyone else's when he could not decipher Edward's facial expression.

He was both desperate and determined to know what Edward was thinking now, his face darkening as he focused harder on the latter.

The experience was refreshing to Edward, who had never been scrutinized from head to toe by a child. Still, it did not feel nice, so he interrupted coldly, "You've been very impolite from the moment you appeared before me."

Eyes reddening with rage, Maurice's arm shot forward, aiming his gun at Edward again.

She wanted to open it but did not because Edward's gaze

senses, Edward was already studying

the guts to fire a second time," he flatly

blond, who jeered the loudest and even clapped. He could not hide the wide grin on his face at his arrogant companion’s

at

he wanted to, he dared not do it for fear of having to explain things

had shot the same person twice. With all

amusement, Edward looked at the petrified boy and said, "You're

returned to a blank expression while moving quickly, his figure flickering

and his gun was now with Edward. Only then did reality hit Maurice. His lips rounded into a wide 0 shape while his trembling gaze settled on Edward. Earlier, Edward had

in deep trouble if he could not return the gun to his dad, so his jaw tensed. He kept staring at the firearm, his gaze pinning onto it

so, he kept his eyes on

expression shifted from the excitement of getting away to confusion, then disbelief and regret. Fear eventually

of puppy dog eyes

that's the plan," said

lips that quivered. He stood there, unable to lift his feet as though they got cemented onto the ground. His eyes grew moist while he