Feeling the coldness on the tip of the gun stuck to Charles's temple, the middle-aged man immediately shuddered with horror. His heart was beating so fast that it almost seemed to fall off. Cold sweat flowed from behind his temples while his eyes bulged between confusion and fear.
Oscar stared at Charles's lecherous and disgusting face. His blue eyes were still glued to Charles's narrow eyes that looked scared. The man looked at Oscar as if he was a hungry tiger and that he was his prey.
"Mr. Oscar, don't joke around. I didn't do anything!" Charles stammered, his voice sounding covering something.
"Too bad Mr. Charles, if you don't want to cooperate with my company anymore, you should tell me in a kind and professional manner. Don't stab me in the back like this, I really don't like your attitude," Oscar replied in a condescending tone.