Legacy Of The Chaotic Heir

Chapter 128

As Mr. Shawn faced the window, his silhouette cast in sharp relief against the fading light of dusk, Mr. Dwayne's eyes widened in alarm as he watched the man reach into his pocket. A cold dread settled in the pit of his stomach as Mr. Shawn withdrew a gun, its sleek metal gleaming ominously in the dim light.

With a steady hand, Mr. Shawn pointed the gun directly at Mr. Dwayne, his expression devoid of emotion as he cocked the weapon with a menacing click. The message was clear: there would be no mercy, no reprieve. Only the cold, unforgiving finality of death.

For Mr. Dwayne, the realization was like a punch to the gut, his breath catching in his throat as he stared down the barrel of the gun. In that moment, he knew that his fate hung in the balance, teetering on the edge of oblivion.

But even as fear gripped him like a vice, a spark of defiance ignited within him, a stubborn refusal to surrender to despair. With every fiber of his being, he vowed to fight, to cling to life with a te