Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 1555 Kenzie’s Death

Ernest was truly shaken by the sight before him, visibly trembling in fear.

"Everyone in the car, get out! You have one minute." After Atlas's words, several red dots appeared on the foreheads of the people inside the car.

The driver immediately wet himself in fear, raising his hands. "N-No... please!..."

As his hand reached for the door handle to exit the car, Kenzie shot him dead. I screamed in terror, but at the same time, the man in the passenger seat slumped over, also dead. However, that shot came from a sniper outside.

The others were dumbfounded. The two men beside me immediately grabbed their heads and crouched down.

"Get out of the car!" Kenzie shouted loudly.

The two men beside me acted as if they had been granted clemency, reaching to open the car door and shouting, "Don't shoot!"

Then, they rolled out of the car, clutching their heads.

"Kenzie... release Chloe... save me!" Ernest wailed, his appearance filled with disdain.

Kenzie's voice trembled. "Ernest..."

you dare touch a single hair

she raised her hand as if to strike me. However, Atlas was faster, and a shot rang out. Ernest's body fell to his knees, blood blossoming from his leg. Ernest screamed,

danced in front of Kenzie's eyes, landing

gun aimed at

Get down, get out of here!

shout. My trembling legs carried me to

as he approached the vehicle, Kenzie suddenly raised her hand inside and moved swiftly. The next moment, two

those two gunshots, the sound of shattering glass followed. I screamed in shock, diving out of the car and falling into

tightly,

comforted,

but turn my head to look inside the car, only to see a red blossom on Kenzie's forehead, blood dripping from her wrist. At her feet lay a black remote-like

remember anything that happened afterward. All I recall is Atlas carrying me into a car, holding me tightly as I drifted in and out of

I

was dreaming or imagining things. My head throbbed relentlessly, flooded with strange and

beautiful, others bizarre and

residence,

saw lily pads of deep purple and crimson. My biological mother was there in a white dress with lit candles melting around her. The