Beyond the Divorce

Just as her hand was about to touch me, Atlas kicked her away and quickly knocked me down onto the sofa.

Two crisp gunshots echoed in the hall, then a dull thud. It was followed by a commanding roar, "Nobody moves!" The previously restless hall fell silent once again.

I found myself pinned beneath Atlas's tall figure, utterly bewildered by what had just happened.

As Atlas lifted me, I finally took in the scene before me. The sofa behind us had been pierced by bullets, leaving a gaping hole, indicating these were no ordinary bullets.

I grabbed onto Atlas, looking at him with horror. He shook his head reassuringly. "I'm fine."

It was then that I noticed the motionless big guy lying on the smooth ivory-colored marble floor beneath us. He lay there without a sound.

A stream of blood flowed outward from a hole in his head, rapidly spreading toward my feet.

It was a horrifying sight. I couldn't help but retch and moved back in horror.

"Don't be afraid." Atlas immediately held me close, covering my eyes.

But the thick scent of blood made me feel nauseous, and I couldn't stop gagging.

a different spot, still holding

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finally recognized the voice-it

big guy. If he had been even slightly late, the situation

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fell to his knees, but he continued

him! I'll go..." Millard shouted, "Release him, and

knew this was Millard's best

looked at

can't let you die like this. As long as we're alive, there's

pretended to be pained.

Stella shouted, "Millard!"

neglect the boss like this." After saying that,

still staring at what Cane held in

flipping open the notebook and decisively lighting it with

erupted from the

The bullet when hit the ground in front of