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Chapter 295

Hera wanted to follow them to the hospital, but Bernard suddenly pulled her back when she reached the main entrance.

A buller swiftly came from the rooftop of the opposite building, hitting Queenie right in the forehead. The gunshot resulted in an instant kill, with brain matter splattered everywhere. [1]

People who were gathered in the lobby to report cases screamed in terror. They ducked and ran in all directions, creating a scene of chaos.

Bernard raised his hand to shield Hera’s eyes, not wanting her to witness the gruesome scene. Then, he looked in the direction from which the bullet had

Hera pushed his hand away and looked in the same direction. A shadow could be seen on the rooftop of the opposite building, but it quickly disappeared. The police swiftly responded, sealing off the opposite building and conducting a thorough search for the sniper.

Firearms were banned in the country, so using a pan and brazenly killing someone at the entrance of the police station was a blatant provocation against the judicial system.

Queenie lay flat in the lobby, unmoving. Her eyes were wide open in a state of shock, and her pupils were dilated.

the pulse on Queenie’s

Hera back that time, the bullet might have hit

her

revealed, Queenie’s death seemed more like an

her gaze cold

Bernard’s eyes as well. He signaled to Douglas, who immediately

said, taking Hera’s hand and wiping

was removing the traces of blood from her

Hera could only

they stepped outside, reporters swarmed them, and cameras clicked away, making Hera frown in displeasure.

Bernard called

just ended his call, immediately approached and demanded the reporters to delete the photos. He warned them not to report anything about Bernard and

was why the media covered the Everetts‘ annual banquet and the downfall of the Gaskells but did not mention Bernard and Hera’s presence. Many netizens believed it was the Everetts who retaliated against the

Tiramisu approached her and rubbed itself against her legs while grunting. She sat on the couch, holding

the caption,

thanks to Leon, who got Damian to use some

replied using Raven’s account.

“Not bad, thanks.”