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.

continued, and some parts of the abandoned building

tried to hold their ground.

shouted. Her friend was pregnant, and the safest way to leave was via

take Lillian to

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

and slowly climbing up, Rosalie finally calmed down

first, fearing that she would bleed more. “Don’t worry about anything else right now. You only have to grab

her toward the rope ladder

Jonathan’s chest. He was not wearing a top then, and the freezing

he was there. It felt like she did not need

get distracted, do you… You didn’t really plan on

neck would hurt every time she spoke, she still could not help but ask

I did plan to do that? If she weren’t distracted, I’d continue stripping. If she keeps holding you hostage until the end, and I can’t find an opportunity to save you, even if she wants me to crawl like a dog,

shock as she stared at Jonathan, thinking, “This prideful man

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much for me?”

believe me that I’d

head with difficulty.

danger

the rope ladder and carefully put her on the ground where many cracks

loud explosion