There was an ear-splitting bang as the bullet embedded itself inches before Jacob's foot, making the man jump back in fear.

"H—how could you pull the trigger on me?" Jacob cried, outraged. He never expected Natasha to be the type to do something like that to her elder. If the bullet's trajectory had been slightly off the mark, he would've lost his foot!

"You better not mess around, Uncle Jacob." Natasha threatened frostily.

"How dare you!" Trent roared. "Natasha Harmon, he is your uncle! You'd