#Chapter 310: Our Little Secret

TIMOTHY POV The noise of the party faded as Timothy was pulled upstairs by Andy, the dimly lit hallway becoming a backdrop for an unforeseen confrontation. As they reached the guest room, Andy swiftly locked the door behind them, sealing them in a space where secrets would unravel like a tightly wound spool. Timothy, still trying to make sense of the night's chaotic events, looked at Andy with a furrowed brow. "What's this about, Andy? Why lock me in here?" Andy, his movements betraying a faint scent of alcohol, met Timothy's gaze with a cold determination. "You need to face the consequences of your actions, little brother." Suspicion flickered in Timothy's eyes as he took in the subtle aroma that clung to Andy's breath. "What's going on? Why do you smell like alcohol?" Before Timothy could press for an answer, Andy's hand emerged from his pocket, clutching a cold, metallic object. The air thickened with tension as the gun gleamed ominously in the dim light. Timothy's eyes widened