Adrian Quincy said in a deep voice, "We'll sever all ties, file a lawsuit, and show absolutely no mercy."
The corners of Claire Sinclair's lips lifted slightly. "And what if you can't?"
Adrian Quincy didn't answer. He drew the handgun he carried at his waist and pressed it into her hand.
Claire was stunned for a moment. She looked down at the hard, cold object in her hand, then her head snapped up to look at the man's handsome face.
He said, "If I can't do it, then use your sister's gun to kill me."
Claire: "..."
'He had to be kidding. She would never dare to kill anyone.'
But with his serious and resolute expression, he clearly wasn't joking.
She understood the full extent of his resolve.
'Wait, did he just say this was my sister's gun?'
As if sensing her confusion, Adrian Quincy explained, "According to our country's laws, the families of high-ranking officials have the right to carry firearms. From now on, this gun is yours."
"But I don't know how to shoot..."
