My Baby's Daddy

Indeed, the battlefield proved to be the best place to test his daughter. His training had not been in vain, and he believed his daughter could protect herself well.

Moreover, the ferociousness she displayed when taking lives resembled himself in his younger days-swift, ruthless, and without a hint of hesitation.

The several ministers on the side were sweating profusely, as they witnessed the scene playing before them. They had once considered sending people to kidnap and deal with Shirley to hinder Zacharias. They truly didn’t expect that she would turn out to be such a formidable opponent.

Shirley’s performance today exceeded her usual standards. Why? Because there was a fierce determination in her that was fueled by the thought of these people attempting to harm Zacharias. They were her enemies, and what they did was unforgivable. Therefore, they would have to pay the price for their actions.

Meanwhile, the gunfire outside continued relentlessly. When she noticed this, she couldn’t help but say to her father, “Dad, I’ll go over from the rooftop.”

“Cheri-” Richard wanted to stop her from going alone.

Alas, she had already grabbed the rope she had brought down with her. Then, she swung from the window and climbed up the rope.

He could only hold his ground to prevent the enemy from breaking in because these four individuals had to survive this ordeal. He had to ensure that they would be tried in court. If they died, there wouldn’t be a day of peace as the enemies hiding in the shadows would fail to be eradicated.

the rooftop, picked up an AK-47 lying on the ground, and shoved the

flee with their lives. Nonetheless, others were determined to get the money even at the cost

as Shirley descended the stairs, she encountered a mercenary. Both opened fire almost simultaneously. A bullet grazed her shoulder, leaving a

glanced at the bloodstain on her shoulder, gritted her teeth, and continued walking. Someone had rushed over after hearing gunshots. So, she slipped into

arriving downstairs, and she immediately breathed a sigh of relief-the reinforcements had finally

restless like ants on a hot pan. They were

go up the rooftop if they wanted to flee, and Shirley had already predicted their decision. So, she quickly made her way to the rooftop, chose an optimal shooting position, and started sniping the remaining

the enemy was nearing its

potential enemies. Richard watched his daughter appear before noticing the wound on her shoulder. He rushed toward her. “Where are you injured?

a graze from a bullet. It’s no big deal,” Shirley said with a faint