The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 583

Malcolm grunted and raised his military boot to kick Travis hard in the knee.

"Ah!"

Travis was caught off guard and knelt in pain on the spot.

The gun in Malcolm's hand was still pinned to his head, which was absolutely oppressive and intimidating.

"Grandpa is the most loving and caring old man in our family. You're gambling with his life and health to get what you want. Travis, I'll shoot you in the head."

Finishing his words, Malcolm was about to use his strength to pull the trigger, which looked like he was going to make a hole in his head.

Spilling the beans, he could no longer hide it. Travis was sweating and was really cringing.

He grabbed Malcolm's trouser leg with both hands and defended himself, "Malcolm, I'm sorry! I really didn't want to hurt grandpa. I knew it couldn't hurt grandpa before I did it. I promise I won't go against you anymore. Can you let me go?"

Being held by the gun, he was really scared.

In particular, Malcolm was angry and clearly fuming, and he was afraid that Malcolm would not be careful and shoot him accidentally.

If Malcolm shot him, he would really die!

"Malcolm, don't! You can relegate me to a county. I won't even go back to Suham for ten years!"

Malcolm's dark eyes looked steady as he put away his gun.

Travis thought he was really willing to let himself go, and just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief but then heard him say, "Demotion doesn't make sense for you. I think you should go to the High-order Prison to transform yourself in the next ten years. It should not be bad. Business is business. I will organize the evidence to the National Investigation Bureau. Prison is where your redemption hell is."

The words "High-order Prison" were like a bolt from the blue for Travis.

Although he was not dead, he knew that he would be worse than dead when he was in prison. And Malcolm wanted him to serve a sentence for ten years?

"No way! Malcolm, let me go, and ..."

He was desperately wording and resisted not to admit it, "I let grandpa eat grapes and grapefruit. This my careless fault. I didn't mean to it. Ignorance can be forgiven. You don't have to punish me so hard!"

Malcolm sneered, "I know very well whether you are innocent or not. You know how efficient the NIB is. It's easy if I want to get all the evidence."

Travis sat on the floor in dismay. The fear of serving in High-order Prison made his whole body tremble.

He yelled, "Malcolm! If you're going to send me to High-order Prison, you can just shoot me in the head!"

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The moment he said so, Malcolm threw the gun to the ground in front of him.

"Yes, you can do it yourself."

He looked at the gun in confusion, and a sudden and evil idea and impulse sprang up in his brain.

Malcolm looked at him with sarcasm in his eyes, "Ten years in High-order Prison, or shoot yourself to end your shitty life. It's your choice."

"I...I ..."

Travis looked at the gun on the ground and the hatred in his eyes grew stronger and stronger.

Instead of going to the prison and being tortured to death, he should take down Malcolm first!

His eyes, under the gold-rimmed glasses, were flooded with ruthlessness. His hands were shaking. He picked up the gun on the ground, stood up as fast as he could, and pointed the gun at Malcolm.

"I have to die anyway. Malcolm, I'll drag you to hell first!"

Malcolm looked calm and even disdainful.

He lazily spread his hands, seemingly not taking Travis seriously, "Come on. If you really dare to shoot me, I'll count you as having courage and guts."

Travis: "You think I won't dare? Your life is worth more than mine. It's a good deal for me to take you with me to die!"

Malcolm raised an eyebrow, "Then shoot me. Do you know pull the trigger? Do you need me to teach you?"