“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?”

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