"Scared?" He looked at her with quirked brows.
"Yes, scared. You don't even know where I might be taking you, yet you are so quiet. What if I lure you to my hideout and end up killing you." Desmond looked at her ridiculously. She said the silliest of things.
"Say something." Sandra said again.
Desmond wasn't willing to answer her questions any time soon. How he loved suspense.
When Sandra saw that he wasn't willing to answer her, she frowned .
"You can't kill me, you haven't gotten your pay and you aren't so smart to have taken my money." Desmond said to her after a while of silence.
Did he really take so much time to answer her with such a reply?
So you think the pay is more important to me? Huh.?
Isn't it?
I'm asking you? Is it?
Is it not? None of them was willing to answer
