"Nobody move!" Gillian Thompson held the gun, struggling to maintain her composure, "Otherwise, I can't guarantee my gun won't go off."
Although she spoke harshly, her hand was trembling uncontrollably.
This gun was given to her by Ethan Hopkins, who said it was a toy model for self-defense.
"No one is allowed to move." Gillian Thompson brandished the gun, her mind racing.
She had to break free today.
Ethan had bought her a ticket for next week, but she had already purchased one for today.
Of course, she didn't dare kill anyone in front of so many people; she only dared to pretend to threaten them with the gun.
And once the people present saw her gun, they didn't move anymore.
"Gillian Thompson, what are you doing?!" Amanda Leaford looked at the dark muzzle pointed at Molly Walker, her mind went blank, and she nearly fainted.
She could lose anything, but she absolutely could not lose Ivy.
"Whatever you want, we agree, just put the gun down."
