Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1145

Elliot scoffed and delivered a harsh kick to Stanley's knee.

"Ah!" Stanley was caught off guard and fell to his knees in pain.

The gun in Elliot's hand remained pressed against Stanley's forehead, exuding absolute oppression and intimidation.

"Grandpa is the most beloved member of the Jenkins family, and you dared to gamble with his life and health just to achieve your goals, Stanley. I'm tempted to put a bullet through your head right now."

As Elliot spoke, the gun in his hand seemed poised to make a hole in Stanley's skull.

The cat was out of the bag, and Stanley was sweating profusely, genuinely terrified.

He grabbed Elliot's military pants, pleading, "Elliot, I was wrong! I was misled by others, and I shouldn't have listened to them. But I truly never intended to harm Grandpa. I knew this wouldn't hurt him, so I did it. I promise I won't oppose you again. Please spare me, can you?"

With the gun pointed at him, he was terrified, especially since Elliot was clearly angry.

He feared Elliot might accidentally pull the trigger in a fit of rage.

Bullets had no eyes, and one shot to the head would end him!

"Elliot, please! You can demote me and move me to another district. I won't return to Svelton for ten years!"

Elliot's dark eyes remained steady as he holstered the gun.

Stanley thought Elliot was willing to let him go.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Elliot said, "Demotion wouldn't mean much to you. I think spending the next ten years in a high-security prison for rehabilitation might do you some good. I'll handle this matter professionally, compiling evidence and documents to submit to the National Investigation Bureau. That's where you'll find your purgatory."

The words "high-security prison" hit Stanley like a bolt from the blue. Although he would not die, he knew that life there would be worse than death.

Moreover, Elliot was going to sentence him to ten years in prison.

"No, Elliot, please spare me, and besides…" Stanley desperately tried to argue, refusing to admit it. "Besides, I accidentally gave Grandpa grapes and grapefruits. It was a mistake, not intentional. Ignorance is not a crime, and this mistake doesn't deserve such a harsh punishment!"

Elliot let out a sarcastic laugh. "I know you're guilty, and you know how efficient the National Investigation Bureau is. I can easily gather all the evidence against you."

"I-I…"

Instead of enduring torture in a high-security prison, why not take out someone first?

The determination in Stanley's eyes intensified as he picked up the gun from the ground, aiming it at Elliot with lightning speed.

"Since I'm doomed either way, Elliot, I'll send you to hell first!"

Elliot remained calm, almost indifferent.

He shrugged lazily, seemingly unimpressed by Stanley's threat as he responded, "Go ahead. If you dare pull the trigger, I'll give you credit for having courage."

"You think I won't? Your life is worth more than mine. It's definitely worth it for me to take you down with me!"

Elliot raised an eyebrow. "Then go ahead, pull the trigger. Need me to teach you how?"

"Of course not!"