“Do you know who Miss Hamilton is? If you don’t open this door, her father will send a sniper to shoot you dead!”
At that, my heart sank.
The room had two open windows. If there really was a sniper outside, I’d be done for.
I pulled Claire with me, shut the bulletproof windows, and drew the curtains.
“Please, Mr. Miller, don’t hurt me,” she sobbed helplessly, struggling in vain.
A pang of guilt struck me.
“Stop crying!” I barked.
“O-okay, I won’t cry. But please let me go. I won’t cause you trouble.”
She stopped crying, then looked at me pitifully after a while.
I shook my head. “Miss Hamilton, if you agree to marry me, I’ll release you immediately.”
I actually feared she might say yes, since that wouldn’t buy me enough time.
Claire made a bitter face. “Mr. Miller, where did you even get this marriage contract? It must be fake.”
“Even if it’s real, I’d have to check with my parents. How could I agree right away?”
“If I let you go now, I’ll never see you again.” I refused firmly.
At that moment, pounding shook the door again.
“Listen up! This is the police—you’re surrounded!”
“Come to your senses immediately. Release Miss Hamilton and put your hands on your head!”