The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 800

Chapter 800

Despite Citrine and Sebastian Vesper's sharpshooting-having taken down quite a few of their enemies the opposition's sheer numbers tipped the balance in their favor.

Dodging bullets and firing back, Citrine and Sebastian were too busy to notice the black barrel protruding from the window of a nearby dark sedan.

The gun leveled at Citrine.

A bullet tore through the air in an instant.

"Get down!" Sebastian's voice was raw with panic as he glanced up, eyes wild.

He didn't hesitate. In a split second, he lunged in front of Citrine.

The bullet punched through his shoulder.

"Sebastian!" Citrine's face drained of color.

Watching him collapse before her, rage surged in Citrine's chest, white-hot and blinding.

Without a second thought, she raised her pistol, aiming straight at the man in the

car.

A shot rang out, and blood sprayed across the car's interior.

"Boss!" someone in the crowd screamed. The mob spun around, racing toward the black vehicle.

leader dead, panic swept through the remaining henchmen, scattering their

seized the moment, firing at the disoriented group. Her shots rang out in quick succession, and bodies fell one after another. But she took a hit herself,

the chamber, a sinking

cut through the chaos-this time aimed at the enemy. The attackers dropped where

Sherman sprinting toward her, worry etched

"Citrine!"

he saw her injury. He spun around, shouting

kit as soon as he saw Citrine's

on the ground. Her voice brooked no argument. "Help him first. He's been shot

medic knew better than to argue with her, quickly

serious, so she patched herself up with practiced

most of the wounds were seen to that Vester

a

said, guilt etched

softened, offering some reassurance. "Don't blame yourself. You did everything you could—and we're still alive,

expression darkened, but he

deadly lengths to get rid of me, an outsider. You need to be careful at home. He's got plenty of killers at his disposal, and it's the attacks you don't see

of the weight

"Don't worry. That old bastard Darius Archer won't be a problem much

linger. She asked Sherman to get them

for her at a hotel overseas. Not wanting to worry

Back home.

sat in the living room, a heavy silence pressing down

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