The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 583 Destroying his defense mechanism

Malcolm grunted and raised his military boot to kick Travis hard in the knee.

"Ah!"

Travis was caught off guard and knelt in pain on the spot.

The gun in Malcolm's hand was still pinned to his head, which was absolutely oppressive and

intimidating.

"Grandpa is the most loving and caring old man in our family. You're gambling with his life and health to

get what you want. Travis, I'll shoot you in the head."

Finishing his words, Malcolm was about to use his strength to pull the trigger, which looked like he was

going to make a hole in his head.

Spilling the beans, he could no longer hide it. Travis was sweating and was really cringing.

He grabbed Malcolm's trouser leg with both hands and defended himself, "Malcolm, I'm sorry! I really

didn't want to hurt grandpa. I knew it couldn't hurt grandpa before I did it. I promise I won't go against

you anymore. Can you let me go?"

Being held by the gun, he was really scared.

In particular, Malcolm was angry and clearly fuming, and he was afraid that Malcolm would not be

careful and shoot him accidentally.

If Malcolm shot him, he would really die!

"Malcolm, don't! You can relegate me to a county. I won't even go back to Suham for ten years!"

Malcolm's dark eyes looked steady as he put away his gun.

Travis thought he was really willing to let himself go, and just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief but then

heard him say, "Demotion doesn't make sense for you. I think you should go to the High-order Prison to

transform yourself in the next ten years. It should not be bad. Business is business. I will organize the

evidence to the National Investigation Bureau. Prison is where your redemption hell is."

The words "High-order Prison" were like a bolt from the blue for Travis.

Although he was not dead, he knew that he would be worse than dead when he was in prison. And

Malcolm wanted him to serve a sentence for ten years?

"No way! Malcolm, let me go, and ..."

He was desperately wording and resisted not to admit it, "I let grandpa eat grapes and grapefruit. This

my careless fault. I didn't mean to it. Ignorance can be forgiven. You don't have to punish me so hard!"

Malcolm sneered, "I know very well whether you are innocent or not. You know how efficient the NIB is.

It's easy if I want to get all the evidence."

Travis sat on the floor in dismay. The fear of serving in High-order Prison made his whole body tremble.

He yelled, "Malcolm! If you're going to send me to High-order Prison, you can just shoot me in the

head!"

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The moment he said so, Malcolm threw the gun to the ground in front of him.

"Yes, you can do it yourself."

He looked at the gun in confusion, and a sudden and evil idea and impulse sprang up in his brain.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Malcolm looked at him with sarcasm in his eyes, "Ten years in High-order Prison, or shoot yourself to

end your shitty life. It's your choice."

"I...I ..."

Travis looked at the gun on the ground and the hatred in his eyes grew stronger and stronger.

Instead of going to the prison and being tortured to death, he should take down Malcolm first!

His eyes, under the gold-rimmed glasses, were flooded with ruthlessness. His hands were shaking. He

picked up the gun on the ground, stood up as fast as he could, and pointed the gun at Malcolm.

"I have to die anyway. Malcolm, I'll drag you to hell first!"

Malcolm looked calm and even disdainful.

He lazily spread his hands, seemingly not taking Travis seriously, "Come on. If you really dare to shoot

me, I'll count you as having courage and guts."

Travis: "You think I won't dare? Your life is worth more than mine. It's a good deal for me to take you

with me to die!"

Malcolm raised an eyebrow, "Then shoot me. Do you know pull the trigger? Do you need me to teach

you?"

"Of course I know."

Travis' right hand, which was holding the gun, shook so fiercely that he had to hold his right hand with

his left hand to force himself to steady his imposing manner.

Chad stood on the side and silently filmed the scene of Travis raising the gun to Malcolm.

The sound of the rear camera woke Travis to his senses.

He looked at Chad and then at Malcolm in confusion.

Chad laughed, "Travis, you probably won't have to be locked up for ten years. Now you're intimidating

the director of NIB and even raising a gun against him. It's so egregious. I'm afraid it's more than ten

years."

Travis's entire body fell into extreme despair, "Malcolm, you back stab me again. By doing this, you just

force me to shoot you."

Malcolm's expression was always calm, not the least afraid, so that Travis had no confidence.

He did not believe that Malcolm could not be afraid when facing the gun, "You took the bullets out,

didn't you? There's no bullets in the gun. You're deliberately fooling me! You give me an empty gun!"

"If you don't dare to shoot like that, then I'll try for you."

Malcolm was so disappointed that he quickly approached to him. Before Travis could realize what

happened, Malcolm took his hand which held the gun, directed the muzzle down and fired at Travis'

thigh.

The bang was deafeningly loud.

Travis' thigh was pierced by a bullet and bleeding instantly. And the hall echoed with his heartbreaking

screams of pain.

A strong sense of unwillingness and hatred drove him to aim decisively at Malcolm this time and pull

the trigger.

But the gun in his hand came with the sound of click.

There were no more bullets.

Malcolm only put one bullet in.

Travis was pissed off and going crazy. He had a chance to shoot Malcolm in the head before!

Over one night, his defense mechanism was worn down several times by Malcolm, and he gradually

became collapsed and desperate.

Malcolm admired his impotent struggle and said cold-bloodily, "Travis, prison awaits you. Chad, take

him away."

Chad immediately stepped forward to pull him up.

A sudden noise came from outside the hall and the door was forced open.

Ryan, who was supposed to serve in a small company in a county, unexpectedly returned to Suham.

"Travis!"

He rushed forward and pushed Chad away, hugging Travis and looking at the wound on his leg with

distress.

Travis seemed to find a savior in his desperation, "Dad, he's sending me to High-order Prison, that hell.

Help me. I don't want to go there. I don't want to die!"

Ryan held back his inner hatred for Malcolm, softened his tone and advised.

"Malcolm, Travis is the bloodline of the White family after all. How can you bear to send him to that kind

of place and harm his life!? He is at fault in this matter, but the crime doesn't need to let him receive the

heavy punishment! You can even whip him but don't send him to High-order Prison. It's our family

issue. It's better to deal with it at home!"

Malcolm was unmoved, "When he colluded with the outsider and harmed grandpa, he didn't think about

what would happen if it was exposed. Since he did it, he must have the awareness to take the blame.

Chad, handcuff him and take him away."

"Yes."

Chad took out the handcuffs and went forward, but Ryan stopped him in front Travis and forbade him to

touch Travis.

"Malcolm, you're so cruel. He's your cousin. Your grandfather doesn't have too many grandchildren. Do

you want Travis to die before grandpa?!"

Malcolm ran out of patience, "Sending him to prison is already my most lenient way for him. Although

he will have a hard time there, he can't starve. And he can still live. Even if he will die, it's because he

can't stand the suffering and chooses to kill himself. He asks for it. Take him away!"

"No! No!"

The hall was in chaos.

Cries, shouts, pleas for mercy and wails mixed together, and the atmosphere was horrifying and

appalling, until Charles hurriedly arrived to stop the farce in the hall, "Mr. Malcolm, Mr. Rudolph is

awake. Don't take away Mr. Travis first. Please go see him!"