No one said a word as they waited for who would fire the first shot. Maria was the only one seated, her elbows propped on the glass table with her fingers intertwined.
She wasn't surprised by how calm she was in the midst of open guns, especially in such a small space where she could easily be hit by a stray bullet.
Rather, she had another thought in mind, a question.
Why were men so egoistic? She assumed that it must be a primal thing. Maria's voice broke through the silence. They reached the ears of every man, but not once did they take their eyes off their target. "Don Claude, I appreciate your concern for Don Austin. But he's twenty-seven years old. He is old enough to know what his empire can and can't handle. "
Austin gnarled at Maria, ready to pounce, and redirected his gun to her, but her heart remained calm and tranquil. Was she not scared of dying anymore?
"What game are you trying to play, you bitch?"
