The Ceo’s Convict Wife

Chapter 966

A man in a police uniform continued pointing his sniper rifle at Madeline. He was unmistakably on guard, ready to shoot another bullet if the last was not fatal.

However, it seemed the chances of Madeline surviving were low. Rosalie stared at Madeline, twitching on the ground. Then, she noticed a device rolling out of Madeline’s pocket, and Rosalie’s expression changed slightly.

The device resembled a remote control with a countdown. Now, it was counting down from 8, 7, 6…

It was a timer.

‘Was Madeline fiddling with this timer in her pocket?

What exactly is this device for?’ Rosalie suddenly had a bad feeling, but Madeline could no longer speak by then. After her body convulsed for a while, she stopped moving, as if announcing the end of her life. Then, Jonathan rushed forward and grabbed Rosalie’s arm. “Let’s go! I’ll take you to the hospital.” As he said that, he bent down to pick her up.

“Jon, this timer-” An explosion suddenly went off before Rosalie could finish her words, and the whole building began to shake.

It was a bomb.

Rosalie froze and finally understood what the timer in Madeline’s pocket was used for. It was a device to detonate the bomb.

“Everyone, get out of here!” Jonathan ordered.

Those who could work for Jonathan were naturally skillful. Within a short time, they had already started looking for the best escape route.

The helicopters hovering in the sky lowered the rope ladders. These helicopters could carry some people

away.

building began

and tried to hold their ground.

get Lillian on the helicopter!” Rosalie shouted. Her friend was pregnant, and the safest

Lillian to

two people had already arrived at Lillian’s side and led her to climb the rope

slowly climbing

the wound on her neck first, fearing that she would bleed more. “Don’t worry

the rope ladder nearest

wearing a top then, and the freezing rooftop wind

he was there. It felt like she did not need to worry

you saved me again,” Rosalie murmured. “Just now, if Madeline didn’t get distracted, do you… You didn’t really

though her neck would hurt every time she spoke, she

stared at her. “What if I did plan to do that? If she weren’t distracted, I’d continue stripping. If she keeps holding you hostage until the

as she stared at Jonathan, thinking,

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much for me?”

believe me that I’d go that far?” Jonathan

her head with

me or not. I’m willing to throw everything away to save you. So, what about you? If I’m in danger

and carefully put her on the ground where many cracks had been formed. Then, he let

then, another loud explosion