Isabelle's POV
I felt a chill on my back and knew something was wrong.
"Harley… get down!" I shouted urgently, instinctively pushing her to the ground.
I immediately grabbed Harley and pulled her further behind a nearby table for cover. "Get down!" I urged, pressing her to the ground as the unmistakable sound of a real gunshot echoed through the room.
Screams erupted as everyone scrambled for cover.
"Was that a gunshot?!" Harley whispered, her voice trembling.
I nodded grimly, glancing toward the source of the sound. This has to be Fred's doing. I thought to myself. Does he really think this will intimidate me?
"Stay quiet," I muttered, placing a firm hand on Harley's shoulder. I reached into her purse and pulled out a small mirror.
Harley raised an eyebrow at me as i angled the mirror carefully to get a better view of the room without exposing ourselves.
