Chapter 1763: Asking the wrong requests

BANG!

Brad froze. His face slowly crumpled as he looked down at his chest. Blood quickly soaked his shirt from within, crawling like spider webs across the fabric.

BANG!

The second bullet struck his hand, making him drop his weapon. Slowly, he turned toward the source. Through his blurred vision, he first caught the smoke rising from a handgun’s muzzle.

And then, he saw her. The one holding it was...

Penelope Bennet.

BANG!

The third shot hit him again, and this time, he was not sure where. Brad collapsed backward with a loud thud. His fall felt slower than it should, with pain blooming from his chest and hand, spreading through his entire body.

’Damn you, Shawn...’ he cursed internally, before finally hitting the floor.

THUD.

"Ugh..." he groaned, clutching at his chest—or rather, somewhere near his armpit. But the pain had already spread across his shoulders and down to every inch of him.

Meanwhile, Penny sat up, panting. The gun in her hand trembled. She swallowed hard, then locked eyes with Shawn.

Regret still flickered in his gaze, but despite the sharpness in her own, she gave him a small nod.

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[A short flashback]

"This time... I might kill you right here and now. The code."

A heavy silence settled between them. A gun pressed against her forehead. Shawn was looking down at her sternly. Yet Penny showed no fear.

How could she, when the one holding the gun was trembling—more afraid of pulling the trigger than she was of dying?

"I don’t have it," she said calmly.

"You have it," Shawn muttered, voice low but firm. "I know... because Zoren Pierson handed it to you."

He nodded slightly toward the corner. "I wiretapped this place. Listened to all your conversations."

exhaled and gave the

Shawn repeated, his hand

followed, making his chest swell

"Now!" he shouted.

She just stared back at him. After a

give you the code," she said. "But Shawn... after working

not to make you pull the trigger?

relaxed her

don’t make me hate you for this betrayal...

had been betrayed all her life, right

knew she wasn’t perfect. And she might not be able

accept this betrayal," she

The gun shook in his hand. The corners of his eyes reddened, his already

don’t want you to hate me,’

his mouth

him like an open book. Maybe it was because she’d spent so much time around inmates in her past life—she knew how to read what the

were innocent—but some had simply made a terrible,

the man with the gun... wasn’t pointing

He was pleading.

Save me.

Help me.

Please...

what his

how could she fear

deeply and then finally, made a

flash, she disarmed him. Snatching the gun in the blink of an eye, the muzzle now pointed at

out of it. His hands shot up on

worked for me long enough to know—don’t give

gun. He gulped. But oddly, even now, with the gun aimed at him...

whispered, meeting her eyes again. "If you don’t... one of us will die.

knees. Hands raised at his

"Please."

eyes

softer. "Don’t

Silence.

her gaze briefly swept the

device?" she asked, eyes

nothing. Head down. Hands still

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