The Consortium's Heir

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.

Meanwhile, Erin's breathing grew rigid as she gripped the door handle tightly. She wanted to open it but did not because

her. The fierceness and intensity in his gaze caused her to freeze,

senses, Edward was already studying

have the guts to fire a second

jeered the loudest and even clapped. He could not hide the wide grin

but quickly looked at Maurice afterward, daring the latter to

that time, Maurice did not fire again. Although he wanted to, he dared not do it for fear of having to explain things

if Maurice had shot the same person twice. With all that in

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

moving quickly, his figure flickering all over

empty, and his gun was now with Edward. Only then did reality hit Maurice. His lips rounded into a wide 0 shape while his trembling

return the gun to his dad, so his jaw tensed. He kept staring at the firearm, his gaze pinning onto it regardless of how much Edward waved the

his back. While doing so, he kept his eyes on Maurice since the latter was the most fascinating child he

regret. Fear eventually

dog eyes at Edward. Yet, disappointment soon shrouded

that's the plan,” said

was now Maurice's lips that quivered. He stood there, unable to lift his feet as though they got cemented onto the ground. His eyes grew