Chapter 62: Shelia's POV - The Shooting Chaos

After splashing a bucket of cold water on the tattooed man, he woke up and immediately started cursing at me and Travis. I pulled out a recording device and spoke calmly, “You should know who he is and the power the Warner family holds. If they want you gone, there won’t be a trace of you left in this world.”

The man looked at me, then at Travis, with a mix of confusion and disbelief. “Hah! You think I’m scared of a couple of tough words? My muscles aren't just for show, sweetheart!”

I glanced at Travis, who shrugged. “Okay.”

Then, without hesitation, he punched a nearby water pipe, leaving a clear dent where his fist had struck. The tattooed man’s smug grin froze on his face.

“So, friend,” I said coolly, “from now on, you will answer every question I ask. If not, the next punch lands on you.”

He nodded, now clearly shaken.

“Who are you? And what’s your relationship with Esther?”

“My name’s Jack. I used to be a bodyguard for a European prince—I won’t name names, of course. But n