“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