Christian looked at the uniformed man with the gun, his eyes fiery. His eyes were asking the latter to pull the trigger.
The uniformed man frowned harshly. He'd been doing this job for almost 30 years, but this was the first time he'd met someone who still had the guts to continue eating with a gun to his head.
However, Christian was asking him to shoot. He was conflicted because he didn't have any evidence of Isaac's involvement in the theft.
"Sir, he said ten minutes," Harry said after hanging up.
Isaac put down his fork. His eyes turned to ice as he turned to stare down at the black gun. "If you don't have the courage to pull the trigger, then wait for ten minutes. If no one comes for you in ten minutes, then I'll leave with you..."
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