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.

not because Edward's gaze locked onto her. The fierceness and

she could snap to her senses, Edward was

to fire

Maurice, including the blond, who jeered the loudest and even

looked at Maurice afterward, daring the latter

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

if Maurice had shot the same person twice. With all that in mind, he froze on the

petrified boy and said, "You're a good kid, and you're different from the others

a blank expression while moving

with Edward. Only then did reality hit Maurice. His lips rounded into a

trouble if he could not return the gun to his dad, so his jaw tensed. He kept staring at the firearm, his

putting the gun into a spare holster around his back. While doing so, he kept his eyes on Maurice since the latter was the most fascinating

confusion, then disbelief and regret. Fear eventually ate away at his mind as he asked,

flashed a pair of puppy dog eyes

the plan," said

there, unable to lift his feet as though they got cemented onto the ground. His eyes grew moist while he unknowingly lowered his voice,