My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 1181 The Real Hunter

“You truly have the demeanor of a great leader, Mr. Cook, unlike some people... Even though they're also ministers, why is there such a huge difference?”

Ashlyn's smile was enchanting. Suddenly, she pulled out her silver pistol, twirling it in her hand.

With a click, she opened the magazine, and all six bullets inside clattered onto the table.

She picked up one of them, then loaded it into the pistol. She fiddled with the magazine, making it rattle.

Everyone was astounded as they watched her every move.

They didn't understand what she really wanted to do.

Once she had finished all of this, she looked at Herald with a smirk. Her cool voice echoed in the vast conference room as she said, “How about this? Let's make things more exciting. Now that your King of Gambling has lost to me, the ownership of the little island should naturally be transferred to Section Six. But you guys are unhappy about it. How about... we play a dangerous game? This pistol has only one bullet. If you point this gun at your own head, Mr. Cook, and you don't die, the island will be ours. If you're unfortunate enough to get shot, then we won't claim the island. What do you think? Let's leave it to fate and entrust everything to the heavens.”

Sloan immediately roared in anger, “You're going too far, woman! You're basically sending Mr. Cook to his death! Mr. Cook, don't agree to her demands!”

Ashlyn's lips curled up slightly, “Mr. Lacey, haven't you noticed something?”

“What?”

in my hands, not in

twisted as he stared intently

less

with Section Six

Now retribution had arrived.

Herald, the President would

day he would be driven to

were firmly locked onto Ashlyn. She seemed like a supernatural entity,

but take a

“I'll bet.”

“Mr. Cook!”

“Mr. Cook!”

Everyone simultaneously cried out in alarm,

at him

unfazed. He didn't even blink and

a bit too

sorrow and despair, he realized that Lucas seemed to have no intention of stopping

Could it be...