Rita shivered, shaking her head in protest.
''N—No. I'll do what you say.'' She whispered, closing her eyes quickly.
''Good!'' Now start by calling all the reporters in your contact, telling them where your press conference would be held.
Rita nodded, pulling out her phone with shaky hands.
''Let me see it!'' Lucas shouted, shoving the gun in her face.
She quickly turned the screen to him, showing him as she clicked on different reporters number and called them, putting the phone on speaker.
When she was done, she handed her phone over to him.
''Good!'' Lucas murmured, placing the gun back in his waistline and pulling down his clothe.
''Some meters away from the location, me and my team would be there with a sniper. One wrong word from you and the remnant of your brain would be plastered across the face of every reporter present.'' He warned, making Rita shiver.
She nodded her head, watching him leave the house.
