"Swoosh—" came the sound as the person behind Brandan swiftly raised the handgun, aiming at William.
In an instant, the air was filled with the scent of gunpowder, and the atmosphere was on the brink of eruption.
William's gaze was cold as frost, staring at Brandan, "Let her go. Otherwise, I'll kill you—"
Brandan's eyes fell on the panicked face of Iris beside him, and he coldly chuckled, "If you kill me, she won't be able to leave either. She's my woman, William, don't meddle in my business!"
"Meddle in your business?" William scoffed, "Three years ago, I entrusted her to you. How did you treat her? What did you promise me back then?!"
"..." Brandan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said flatly, "I indeed wronged you three years ago. But after everything you've done in these three years, haven't you calmed down yet?" He looked at Iris, "This time, I found her back. She's mine, William, return her to me."
William's eyes grew even colder—return her to him? Dream on!
