Brad immediately raised both hands when a 32 caliber Bettle Army pistol was pointed at him. As much as possible, he put on a terrified expression while repeatedly looking at the muzzle of the gun."Dad, don't scare him! Look at him scared now. He's an artist manager, not a cop," Jennifer snapped, spreading her arms in front of Brad as if to protect him.Alex Harris, a man whose hair had started to fill with gray, looked at Brad with narrowed eyes suspiciously."Are you sure he's not an undercover cop? He's as big as the agent who got shot," the man railed with eyes as sharp as a hawk."Sorry, sir. I got this body from the gym. I've never held a gun of any kind," Brad replied in a slightly shaky voice.Gosh, he really was like a famous Hollywood actor. Moreover, his face was sweaty, further supporting his acting. Not because of fear, but because it was hot."See? He doesn't know anything, dad. I told you that the bodyguard is actually an FBI agent. In the entertainment industry, it's c
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