Flavours

“We will say who we are; first, answer us where she is." They asked him again and seeing him reluctant to answer, he took a gun out of his pocket and kept it on his forehead. “If you don’t answer me now, then I will kill you right away,” he warned.

"I'll say, please take the gun..away,” he stumbled in his words, trying to request that they remove the gun from his forehead.

“Hmm, good. Now say,” he said, keeping the gun back in its place. “I don't know where she went; she just said she was going to have some fun with her friends and not go to her company. She has given me a day off and a bundle of cash, asking me to enjoy myself with my family and to take my family out. Rather than this, I don’t know anything else,” he replied, wiping the sweat away from his forehead. Hearing those, his brows knit together, forming a delicate line on the forehead.

“Then why didn't you go along with her? Isn’t it your duty?” He questioned the driver, to which he replied with a quivering voice, “I asked
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