The man in a black suit stood behind Abigail, maintaining his vigilant stance. His hand was hovering near the revolver tucked in his coat pocket. He was ready to pull out the gun as soon as he needed it.
Abigail stood stiffly, her expression unwavering, and her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that she had to be firm and resolute to achieve her goal.
The landowner's eyes darted frantically as the blindfold was removed, attempting to make sense of the situation before him. His fear was evident in his trembling form.
"Please don't kill me." His voice trembled as he begged for his life. "Please let me go. I'm not going to tell anyone about it. Please spare my life." He started crying.
Abigail felt a pang of sympathy for the man, but she had a mission to accomplish. Her determination to secure his dream project fueled her resolve to see it through. She maintained her stern composure, her eyes unwavering, as she addressed the landowner.
