The resounding echo of my slap reverberated through the room, leaving me stunned by the harsh reality that I had fallen into his trap. I forcefully pulled away from his grasp and swiftly made my escape towards the exit. He hurried after me, desperately calling out my name, but I remained resolute, refusing to grant him the satisfaction of my attention.
I increased my pace, but he managed to catch up, his hand gripping my arms firmly. Reluctantly, I halted and faced him, my eyes filled with a mix of anger and confusion. "What do you want?" I demanded.
He blurted out his question, his words hanging in the air. "Do you have Grandpa's shares?"
