Ethan Mark: Billionaire in Disguise

38. F**k That!

And at that moment, with an order flowing from Isabella's mouth like the waters of the Red Sea, the security guard swiftly disengaged the pistol's safety and slowly positioned his finger on the trigger.

"Any last words, Guard?" He voiced it, his tone filled with mockery and satisfaction for a job well done, like a guard who would get a raise after this.

As this transpired, Mr. Smith's acute senses were heightened. Being a trained professional, his skills were what led Augustus Markwood to employ him in the first place. Without even looking at a gun, he could discern its model from the sound of its clicks alone. This heightened perception had always been a part of him, since his military days.

Amidst it all, Mr. Smith chuckled, even with the pistol still pressed against his head, and remarked, "For a personal guard, you should wield a semi-automatic pistol, something like an M1911, not this single shot sounding like a feeble pop gun." Mr. Smith retorted with a hint of disdain, his voic