"Release Mrs. Glara or this bullet will lodge in your head!" threatened a sturdy man standing right behind Damian.

"Haha, do you think I'm scared? Not at all!"

The man chuckled, his fingers pulling the trigger, and in seconds, the bullet could genuinely pierce Damian's head. "Do you think I'm joking? I'll give you five seconds to save your own life," the man said unfazed, keeping the gun pointed at Damian's head.

"This time, you're lucky!" Damian exclaimed, releasing Glara and running into the pickup truck, quickly driving away.

Glara sighed in relief, turning to look at the man who was putting away his phone. "I'm sorry I was late...