Eric couldn't speak, or rather, he couldn't get a word out.
Philip Shaw's hand on his neck was applying a deadly amount of force.
His breath was cut off, and the bones in his neck made cracking sounds. Those fragile joints could break at any moment under his grip.
A smile still lingered on Philip's face, but his light golden eyes had lost all warmth. All that remained was a coldness like that of metal.
At this point, he genuinely did not want to let him go.
Anyone who tried to take something from him, be it a person or an object, must pay a price.
This time, he intended to take Eric's life.
Norris Moore stood by the door, watching Aldana Candi, who had fallen on the ground, pick up the handgun and aim it at Philip Shaw's back.
*
"Bang!"
As Trenton Smith got out of the car, he heard a gunshot coming from the second floor of the villa.
