Chapter 2432

"Sir! Ah-!" Just as Clarice was about to rush to Grant's aid, two loud gunshots suddenly went off right at her feet. The startling explosions made her shriek in alarm and dive under the table, clutching her head like a frightened dog.

Murderous intent filled the air, stifling and unavoidable.

Grant had long considered himself the king of the shadows. He had endured countless challenges, each more treacherous than the last. Yet, an uncontrollable sense of dread seized Grant's heart as this man approached. His fingers clutched the sofa's armrest as the fear of impending death washed over him.

"All of you. Get out!" The man's voice was cold, his gaze locked solely on Grant.

The guests scrambled to their feet in a panic, fleeing like terrified animals.

"Help! Somebody!" Still crouching under the coffee table, Clarice cried out desperately for help, but no one came.

Everyone who could have responded lay injured outside, barely alive.

Suddenly, the man raised his arm and fired again, shattering the coffee table into a cascade of glass shards that rained down on Clarice, slicing her face, legs, and arms and leaving a trail of gruesome, bloody cuts.

Pain shot through her body like lightning. Her scalp prickled and her limbs quivered violently.

stiff with fear. One wrong move and this terrifying man

The man approached Grant.

to get brutally kicked

face went pale as

man's gun was pressed against Grant's

range, Grant finally recognized him, though he

Drew..."

'Young Master Drew' here," the man replied steadily, his grip on the gun unflinching. He pulled off his black mask, revealing his face as he stared down Grant without a hint of

his missing wife." Drew's voice was low, each word was filled with murderous intent. "You

heart pounding so

tracked them

with Justin

Drew found out what they had done to his wife how they had tormented her what unimaginable revenge would he bring

shivers down her spine.

about," Grant responded with a strange, chilling smile. His dark eyes glimmered like the abyss. "You crippled bastard, stop pretending!" Drew spat, the gun unwavering as it stayed aimed between Grant's brows. His eyes were gleamed coldly. "I'll ask you one more time, where is

don't know." The moment the words left Grant's mouth, the deafening roar

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