Chapter 45

Desmond glared at Cyrus fiercely, his face twisted in anger. Who would dare to provoke him like this in Jorsproburgh? If they were anywhere else, Cyrus would already be dead by now. Rachel was terrified. She was so anxious that she could barely breathe. Her palms were covered in cold sweat. She was afraid that Cyrus would die right there. After all, Desmond wasn't a kind person. Not only did Cyrus have no intention of retreating and begging for mercy, but he even put his forehead against the muzzle of the gun. He laughed and said, "All you have to do now is move your finger, Mr. Wood." "You fucking..." Desmond's finger that was holding the trigger trembled. He had never been so angry before. Initially, he had wanted to intimidate Cyrus into agreeing to reduce his stakes for the bet to about five million dollars. But now he was the one having a difficult time. Cyrus was a coward. Why had he suddenly become so confident and valiant? Rachel was furious. She yelled, "You're crazy