Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chapter 1244

Chaos broke out all of a sudden, and everyone rushed to help. Maja slipped back into her room, grabbed the spare gun she kept stashed under her pillow just in case, and headed out.

In the midst of the pandemonium, Maja leaned against a wall, her eyes filled with determination, and aimed her gun right at Kon. Three seconds ticked by, and then a shot rang out. Kon hit the ground, dead, his eyes wide open, locked in Maja's direction.

"Who the hell shot him?" someone shouted.

Everyone paused, looking around bewildered. "Wasn't me," "Not me either," "I didn't fire; the boss wanted him alive so we could use him to let off steam..."

With no shooter in sight, Maja stared back at Kon's lifeless eyes and said, "I warned you. Mess with the wrong person, and you pay the price."

She turned on her heel and made a quick exit through the back door. Shooting Kon in front of everyone would have been a death sentence for her, given his crew would be out for blood. But with Andre's crew showing up, Kon's men were scrambling to save themselves, leaving her escape route wide open.

They checked where Kon was shot and quickly pinpointed the shooter's position. "The shot came from over there; let's go after them."

By the time they chased the trail, all they found was the back door swinging open, the shooter long gone.

They turned back and grabbed one of Kon's captured men, demanding answers. "Who else was here?"

"Maja."

threw up his hands in frustration. "Damn. Maja is basically family to the Nettleton head, like a VIP. Our boss wanted her brought

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