The bullets were loaded. She lifted the gun and aimed it at Wilbur's eyebrow.

"You dare to shoot?" Wilbur spat, glaring at her.

Penelope pressed his head with the muzzle and said, "Want to bet?"

Warren glanced at her, but she didn't seem to respond.

"I didn't mean to kill you today," Wilbur said.

"Me neither," Penelope chuckled.

Wilbur raised his hands and said, "How about writing it off?"

Penelope moved her neck and made a loud noise. She said, "Well, to show your sincerity, you should kneel down first."

"You..." Wilbur glared at her as if he wanted to eat her.

"It was your own idea. You're not willing...