ANMELA'S POV

No emotion. Laurent gazed at the man straightly with the spark of braveness on his eyes and the expression of a professional fighter. I thought that in his vocabulary the word 'afraid' was not written.

"I can't see the fear in you, Laurent Baider. That amazes me... your stand and look on me seems like you are not trembling inside, are you?" His lips curved into an evil smirk. "For your information, I already know you."

The man pointed the gun on his forehead. The fear crawled all over my body. If he shot him the gun I would take that. It was better to feel the bullet...