Chapter 147 Sure, Be My Guest
Carl’s expression remained utterly unchanged.
His deep eyes were as calm <b>as </b>still water, yet beneath the surface<b>, </b>something sharp and measured stirred. It was like he hadplete <b>control</b>.
Raising his arm, the silver pistol caught the faintest glint in the cold air.
The bullets tore through the air like an unstoppable force, swift, precise, and merciless as they embedded themselves into the elevator’s metal paneling.
Carl was not aiming for the man inside the elevator. He was targeting the elevator itself!
Jean’s eyes <b>widened</b>. She watched in shock as thick smoke began to billow from the control panel.
The elevator jolted and stalled, its doors refusing to close. It had been destroyed, renderedpletely inoperable.
Carl had chosen not to attack the imposter but to sabotage the elevator instead.
It was the smarter move. A direct confrontation might have pushed the man into desperation, risking Jean’s life. But now, with the elevator ruined, no one could leave.
Predictably, the ‘Carl‘ standing beside Jean furrowed his brow.
Carl stepped forward, his footsteps echoing loud and clear in the silence of the night.
His tall figure stood squarely in front of the elevator entrance, blocking itpletely.
Which meant there was nowhere left for Jean and the man beside her to run.
They were trapped in this motionless elevator, suspended between floors, with Carl standing guard over the only way out.
A perfect trap.
And at that moment, the man suddenly smiled.
A subtle curve yed across his lips. Though the face mirrored Carl’s, that <b>smile </b>twisted it into something strange and <b>wrong</b>.
Jean felt a chill at the base of her neck. A sharp de was now pressed against her carotid artery.
She was not surprised. Her expression remained calm, as if she had already foreseen it. She had expected this.
In a moment like this, backed into a corner with no way out, the man was bound to use her as a hostage.
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If she could figure that out, so could Carl. He stood still, face indifferent, not the slightest hint of worry in his eyes.
“Let me go,” the man <b>said</b>, holding her tight, de inching closer to her skin. “Or your preven little sister.
He had not even finished his sentence when Carl suddenly lowered his gun.
The man assumed his threat had worked. Butthen…..
Carl’sshes lowered slightly, his voice calm and disinterested. “Sure. Be my guest!
Be my guest?
The man blinked.
Jean’s eyes darkened slightly. She had been half–expecting this, but still…
This guy gave up way too fast! Sure, I know Carl <i>isn’t </i>exactly the emotional type, and maybe I don’t mean much to him, but did he have to say it like that<i>? </i>That actually hurt. Stupid brother
Fine then, <i>let </i><i>me </i>fend for myself. You probably didn’t <i>even </i>want to save me that badly anyway. So fake. Whatever
Jean’s snarky inner monologue spilled freely into Carl’s cars. He gave no visible reaction, merely kept his eyes fixed on the man who wore his face.
“Are you really going to stand there and watch her die?” the man asked.
His free hand moved to caress Jean’s pale neck, threatening with just a twitch of his fingers to end
her life.
“I said, Carl replied coldly, “be my guest.”