The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1163

After the shootout, the area was back to its eerie silence, and everyone was on edge, fearing bullets to rain down on them again at any moment.

Chloe didn’t change her gun–wielding stance, still shielding Presley with an alert look in her piercing eyes.

In front of her, a small group had formed Damon, Stanley, and Nathan had quickly formed a protective circle around her and Presley. Only when they were sure that the enemies wouldn’t strike again did they gradually let their guard down, leaving the rest to the bodyguards.

Damon holstered his gun and turned to pull Chloe into his embrace. His expression was so gloomy that it was almost intimidating to look at. He checked Chloe’s injuries. “I’m fine,” Chloe murmured

Damon abruptly looked up, his gazes cold and sharp, as if he wanted to devour her.

Chloe gave him a small smile. “You should be praising me, you know…”

She thought that since she had protected Grandpa Presley and he hadn’t been injured, she deserved some praise.

“Praise you” Are you kidding?” Stanley suddenly interjected, his voice so cold that it was hard to recognize him.

Only darkness and fierceness remained, his voice and expression sending shivers down people’s spines. His eyes swept over her before glaring at her so hard that Chloe lowered her head, looking like a child who had done something wrong.

“Chloe, you’re such a badass with that gun!”

Nathan was truly amazed. Her performance at the horse tace had already exceeded his expectations. And her way of whipping at people was just too cool.

From the first three shots, he knew she could handle a gun, but now he saw that even among those with good shooting skills, there were levels.

Three of them had been killed already, one by each

in front of them, each with an arm shot through. All six of Chloe’s bullets

men on the ground and

looking at Stanley’s back, her lips pressed into

“Stanley.”

“Stanley.”

to him almost simultaneously. Stanley stiffened a bit, then kicked one

want?!”

exchanged a

men on the ground, each with both arms disabled, and at Chloe. Her

pillar with her head in her hands, she quickly dropped her hands. Slowly standing up, she looked at her empty hands, then at the handgun in Chloe’s hand,

in her hands, and she

was that she was scared, hoping that the bullets wouldn’t hit

had done, she had

to be protected by

composed demeanor. The way she raised

bullets, the arms of three men, every shot on target. In such

Their looks of shock gradually turned into admiration, and this change made Wendy feel very

stepped out and quietly

suitable to discuss here.

looks from the two men, Chloe turned to face Presley, her expression and tone calm. “Grandpa,

cane behind her, looked at Chloe with a deep, scrutinizing gaze, his admiration barely concealed

while, he turned his head and