Chapter 587

Jeric said ruthlessly, expressionless, with a gun in his hand against Alex's forehead. The cold muzzle of the gun was pointed at Alex's forehead. The feeling was terrible, but very familiar. He raised his hand and pulled his pistol away with his slender fingers. "Mr Jeric, are you challenging my bottom line?" The words slowly came out from his thin and moderate lips, with an imperceptible sternness, as if the two of them would start a battle in the next moment. Fatima bit her lips and her face turned pale with fear, but she knew that she couldn't drag anyone down. "Stop! Alex, Tina, you go out first. I have something to talk to him." She summoned up her courage, sat up straight, gently leaned against the head of the bed, pulled the quilt and covered herself, pretending to be calm. "Fatima?" Tina called his name with concern. Fatima shook her head, held Tina's hand and said, "there are some things that can't be escaped. I'll deal with them myself. Trust me, I can handle them we