Fake heiress Real heroine

Chapter 114

95%

It was better not to chase a desperate enemy, especially one who didn’t care about human life–it was incredibly dangerous. But Donny couldn’t let John get away.

The quick footsteps echoed down the emergency exit. John pushed the emergency door open, gritting his teeth against the sharp pain in his hand as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

As the call connected, John blurted out, “Hey, help me. I’ve been set up. Yeah, at the meetup club. What? How is this my fault? Who could’ve known that little punk-

“Don’t move! If you run again, I’ll shoot!” came a loud shout from behind, cutting off his call.

John instinctively gripped his phone, raised his arms, and slowly turned around. The moment he saw Donny, Donny was already right in front of him.

Bang! John was punched square on the nose and fell to the ground, pain shooting through him. Donny held him down and hammered punches into him.

They had been searched when they entered the club, so there was no way that Donny had brought in any guns. However, in his panic, John didn’t notice.

“Tell me! Was it you who sold my sister?” Donny growled, grabbing John by the collar, his eyes burning with dark fury.

“Dude, who are you talking about? I don’t even know her, John groaned, struggling to speak through the agony. But even if he knew her, he would never let her go alive.

“Nancy! My sister’s name is Nancy. Are you really going to say you don’t know her?” Each time Donny mentioned her name. it felt like his heart was bleeding.

But John’s expression remained blank. He had trafficked so many “goods” that the women had become like cheap cups on a shelf–impossible to remember.

Donny’s eyes turned red with rage, almost murderous. “Damn it! You even forgot her.”

His precious sister was ruined just like that, and to her killer, she wasn’t even worth mentioning. How could Donny not be filled with hatred?

sudden roar erupted from the garage beside

making it nearly impossible to see. Tires screeched

a gun sticking out of the car window. But at that point, the bullet had already been fired. His body froze in shock,

using the force of the impact to push him to the other side.

got

struck him right between the eyes, freezing the smile on his face and leaving a

forward and hit him directly. With a deafening crash, John lay lifeless

windows were

Chapter 111

but thanks to a blind spot, they failed. Eventually, the

the exit.

calmly and clearly, “Someone killed John. License plate 453B, sedan with black

white

a voice responded. “Copy that. We’ve sent someone to pursue.

over to John’s side. After confirming he was dead, she picked up the phone he was

He

by the

the official seals are gone, and the scene was thoroughly cleaned up. The person who took them was usually a

a cigarette and taking a deep drag. John

“At least the evidence is safe, and those victims can be rescued later. That’s something

turned around and saw a crowd of employees. gathered at the

crime have to do with us? We got hired through proper interviews and

out? Who are we supposed

high–paying jobs with great benefits, the employees became hysterical and

them, but Bennett held him back and said, “If you

in the afternoon and editing a few photos–is that really fair? Their money is built on the suffering of victims, the young