Bruce's eyes widened at his words, his gaze sharp as a blade.
"Getting scared? All that fine talk about love—empty words. But I'll show you I'm serious!" Samuel taunted, a smirk twisting his lips.
Before anyone could move, he pressed the revolver to his temple and pulled the trigger.
The dry snap of the firing pin cut through the silent hall.
A wave of relieved murmurs rippled through the crowd.
Samuel was breathing hard, sweat gleaming at his temples, yet his face glowed with wild triumph. He tossed the gun onto the floor at Bruce's feet. The metal clattered loudly in the quiet. "Your turn, Mr. Quinn."
"Samuel! Have you completely lost your mind?!" Rebecca's voice broke at last, shaking with tears.
She turned to Bruce, her expression desperate. "Don't do it! Bruce, please—ignore hi
