Ninety.

Marcus chuckled, seemingly unbothered, as he began to stand up. But Sandra's expression turned dead serious. "I'm not joking when I say I'll pull the trigger," she warned.

Marcus, still smiling, goaded her, "Pull it, then."

And with that, Sandra pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the wall with a loud bang, and she swiftly returned the gun to Marcus's head.

"Hope you now know this isn't some kind of fake gun," she hissed, her frustration palpable.

"Who the hell are you, Marcus?" she demanded, her eyes blazing with anger. But Marcus remained silent, his smirk still plastered on his face.

Sandra's patience was wearing thin. "You're wasting time," she growled, her voice low and menacing.

A knock at the door broke the tense silence. "Who's there?" Sandra roared, his voice echoing through the room.

"Ma, we just want to make sure you're fine," a worried voice replied from the other side of the door.

"I'm fine, can you mind your business?" Sandra snapped, her irritation evident.

"Sorry, Ma,
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