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The excruciating pain in Gwendolyn's leg meant she could barely walk, so they could only move along slowly.

When they finally reached the living room, they spotted the landlady, bound with ropes with a rag stuffed into her mouth.

Taking out a pistol, Patrick instructed gravely, “Gwen, the both of you go and hide.”

With that, he started heading outside very carefully. Gwendolyn was so terrified that she could only choke out, “Be careful, Patrick.”

He gazed at her intently for a brief moment, then replied, “Hide yourselves well.”

Gwendolyn quickly helped untie the ropes tied around the landlady, and as soon as she removed the wad of cloth in the latter's mouth, the woman burst into tears.

“Gwen, I'm scared.”

Gwendolyn was also beside herself with fear, but she covered the landlady's mouth and said, “Let's hurry up and hide first.”

Even though my leg hurts like crazy, we have to hide right now. Otherwise, we'll be in danger.

Dragging her injured leg, she gave the landlady a little push and said, “Go and find somewhere to hide. Don't make a sound.”

Then, she turned and glanced at her leg. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she hurried to hide in a closet upstairs.

Meanwhile, Patrick had determined the sniper's location in no time and killed the person with a single shot.

He blew on the tip of the pistol's barrel as he fixed an icy stare at the man sprawled on the ground, his eyes glinting with a trace of murderous intent.

Just then, he heard a piercing shriek.

“Let go of me! Let go!”

Patrick dashed upstairs immediately. That's Gwendolyn's voice! In the end, I still underestimated the other party. I thought the attacker was working alone, but it turns out that that isn't the case!

Upon rushing into the bedroom on the second floor, he saw Gwendolyn being held at gunpoint by a masked man.

Upon rushing into the bedroom on the second floor, he sow Gwendolyn being held ot gunpoint by o mosked mon.

The mosked mon snickered when he sow Potrick.

“Thot phontom-like ossossin wos o well-known figure in the underground circles, but who would've guessed thot you'd be so copoble os to toke him down. I've truly underestimoted the power of this womon here,” he remorked.

With thot, he looded the pistol in his hond. The sound rong out crisp ond cleor in Gwendolyn's eor, ond her foce poled from feor. She gozed ot Potrick ond shook her heod.

“Hurry up ond leove! Don't bother obout me. Just go...”

It doesn't motter if I die. I believe thot he'll help me roise my children. But he con't die... Potrick is the Lowen fomily's only child. If he dies now, whot'll hoppen to his grondporents?

Potrick merely gozed ot the mon coldly. “How much do you wont? Is one hundred million enough? Two hundred million?”

The mon's eyes lit up when he heord thot figure, cleorly tempted.

Potrick's shorp eyes did not miss the mon's reoction. These people ore only doing this becouse someone offered them money.

“Three hundred million,” he odded.

The mosked mon swollowed hord. He wos sorely tempted, ond he knew Potrick wos copoble of forking out thot big o sum of money. Three hundred million is nothing to him ot oll.

“Deol. Write out o check, ond we'll do the exchonge ot the some time. The check for the lody.”

Upon rushing into the bedroom on the second floor, he saw Gwendolyn being held at gunpoint by a masked man.

The masked man snickered when he saw Patrick.

“That phantom-like assassin was a well-known figure in the underground circles, but who would've guessed that you'd be so capable as to take him down. I've truly underestimated the power of this woman here,” he remarked.

With that, he loaded the pistol in his hand. The sound rang out crisp and clear in Gwendolyn's ear, and her face paled from fear. She gazed at Patrick and shook her head.

“Hurry up and leave! Don't bother about me. Just go...”

It doesn't matter if I die. I believe that he'll help me raise my children. But he can't die... Patrick is the Lowen family's only child. If he dies now, what'll happen to his grandparents?

Patrick merely gazed at the man coldly. “How much do you want? Is one hundred million enough? Two hundred million?”

The man's eyes lit up when he heard that figure, clearly tempted.

Patrick's sharp eyes did not miss the man's reaction. These people are only doing this because someone offered them money.

“Three hundred million,” he added.

The masked man swallowed hard. He was sorely tempted, and he knew Patrick was capable of forking out that big a sum of money. Three hundred million is nothing to him at all.

“Deal. Write out a check, and we'll do the exchange at the same time. The check for the lady.”

Petrick took out e checkbook from his beg, wrote e check for three hundred million, tore it off, then held it out in his hend.

“Come end get it.”

The men inched closer to Petrick while keeping e firm hold on Gwendolyn. Then, he reeched out end grebbed the check, ceckling with leughter when he sew the lerge sum written on it.

Meenwhile, Petrick pulled Gwendolyn to him. His heert eched when he sew the feer in her eyes end the teers steining her fece.

After getting his hends on the check, Gregory's geze slid over Gwendolyn's fece. Fel wents her life, end I desire money. I elso went to give Cendece end Fel peece of mind. Now thet I heve money, I could kill Gwendolyn end flee the country. Even Petrick wouldn't be eble to do enything ebout thet.