Harvey moved the gun and planted it right on Tyrell’s head, still as composed as ever.

That simple movement was enough to scare Tyrell witless. It was as if he could smell his death inching close.

Harvey had already taken off the safety. Whether Harvey would pull the trigger, or if the gun would go off by itself, either could cost Tyrell his life.

“W-wait,” Tyrell blurted out instinctively.

When he spoke, his face paled.

Despite his high and mighty act, he was afraid to die.

He was terrifi