When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147 Sure, Be My Guest

Carl’s expression remained utterly unchanged.

His deep eyes were as calm as still water, yet beneath the surface, something sharp and measured stirred. It was like he had complete control.

Raising his arm, the silver pistol caught the faintest glint in the cold air.

The bullets tore through the air like an unstoppable force, swift, precise, and merciless as they embedded themselves into the elevator’s metal paneling.

Carl was not aiming for the man inside the elevator. He was targeting the elevator itself!

Jean’s eyes widened. She watched in shock as thick smoke began to billow from the control panel.

The elevator jolted and stalled, its doors refusing to close. It had been destroyed, rendered completely inoperable.

Carl had chosen not to attack the imposter but to sabotage the elevator instead.

It was the smarter move. A direct confrontation might have pushed the man into desperation, risking Jean’s life. But now, with the elevator ruined, no one could leave.

Predictably, the ‘Carl‘ standing beside Jean furrowed his brow.

Carl stepped forward, his footsteps echoing loud and clear in the silence of the night.

His tall figure stood squarely in front of the elevator entrance, blocking it completely.

Which meant there was nowhere left for Jean and the man beside her to run.

They were trapped in this motionless elevator, suspended between floors, with Carl standing guard over the only way out.

A perfect trap.

And at that moment, the man suddenly smiled.

A subtle curve played across his lips. Though the face mirrored Carl’s, that smile twisted it into something strange and wrong.

Jean felt a chill at the base of her neck. A sharp blade was now pressed against her carotid artery.

She was not surprised. Her expression remained calm, as if she had already foreseen it. She had expected this.

In a moment like this, backed into a corner with no way out, the man was bound to use her as a hostage.

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If she could figure that out, so could Carl. He stood still, face indifferent, not the slightest hint of worry in his eyes.

“Let me go,” the man said, holding her tight, blade inching closer to her skin. “Or your preven little sister.

He had not even finished his sentence when Carl suddenly lowered his gun.

The man assumed his threat had worked. Butthen…..

Carl’s lashes lowered slightly, his voice calm and disinterested. “Sure. Be my guest!

Be my guest?