Grace shuddered, and her teary eyes turned toward the man

holding the gun to her head.

“Daddy, are you going to kill me?”

“No, Dad just wants to play the game with you.”

Casare reached out his hand toward her.

“Grace, come on. Let’s continue the shooting game.”

Shaking her head, Grace wrapped her arms around Amon’s neck.

Clinging onto him, she was unwilling to shoot again.

Seeing this, the smile in Casare’s eyes faded.

“Grace, you’re being a bad girl. All ...