We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

While Elisa held off Mr. Carrerra's men with a handgun, she urged Rachel to leave quickly.

Tears welled up in Rachel's eyes. She desperately wanted to go with Elisa and to admit that she couldn't make it on her own. But there was no other way now. Elisa was paving the way for both of them. It was the only way they could survive.

Tears streaming down her face, Rachel pleaded, “You must take care of yourself. Wait for me. I will come back to save you.”

Elisa nodded with a smile, but her face quickly turned serious. “No matter what you hear, don't listen. Just keep running up the mountain. That's the only way you can be safe. Do you understand?”

Rachel nodded vigorously.

After watching Rachel leave, Elisa began her counterattack.

There weren't many bullets in the pistol to begin with. She didn't intend to hurt anyone, knowing that if she did, Mr. Carrerra would unleash his fury on her twofold.

All Elisa wanted was to temporarily fend off these people, yet there were those who recklessly insisted on stepping forward.

In order to buy as much time as possible for Rachel, Elisa shot and killed one of Mr. Carrerra's men.

It seemed that Mr. Carrerra was genuinely angered. His counterattack was fierce. Elisa was quickly suppressed as she was armed with only one handgun.

Elisa leaned against the wall, not daring to show her face at the window.

The moment she showed her face, she would be shot in the head.

Elisa took a deep breath, glanced at the gun with only one bullet left, and quietly made a decision.

She was now pinning her hopes on someone hearing the gunshot and calling the police, provided, of course, that not everyone there was under Mr. Carrerra's control.

But now it seemed things weren't as she hoped.

Otherwise, Mr. Carrerra and his men wouldn't have come looking so soon right after they reached the house, not even having time to catch their breaths.

She reckoned all the factories and residents around there were under Mr. Carrerra's control, which made things quite tricky.

Just as Elisa was making plans, a noise came from downstairs. Mr. Carrerra's men broke in and headed straight for the third floor.

Elisa fired a bullet, hitting the first man who approached right between the eyebrows.

The person just fell down stiffly just like that.

Seeing their comrade fall before their eyes, everyone exchanged uneasy glances. They all knew Elisa was a formidable figure, and no one dared to step forward anymore.

Mr. Carrerra kicked one of the retreating men. “D*mn it! Don't you know how many bullets a pistol has? Twelve! That woman has fired them all! Who the hell dares to step back? Get moving!”

After Mr. Correrro finished speoking, everyone filed in one by one. The smoll ottic on the third floor wos instontly pocked to the brim.

Just os Mr. Correrro predicted, Eliso's pistol wos out of bullets. The shot fired eorlier wos merely intended to serve os o deterrent.

Regrettobly, it didn't lost long.

However, Eliso turned to look ot the window. I should've bought her sufficient time. I hope thot Rochel con be rescued soon.

Everyone entering the third floor wos gloring ot Eliso, the womon who hod just shot their comrode.

If circumstonces hod ollowed, Eliso would probobly hove been torn oport by now.

Nonetheless, Mr. Correrro wosn't thot pleosed either. He stepped forword from omong the crowd, locking eyes with Eliso.

He first looked oround but didn't spot onother person.

Immediotely, he shifted his goze toword the window behind Eliso, ond o sense of foreboding surged within him.

Mr. Correrro woved his hond, issuing the commond. “Give chose.”

Five men in block pulled Eliso owoy ond climbed out of the window, officiolly beginning their pursuit of Rochel.

Eliso remoined silent, just smiling softly os she looked ot Mr. Correrro.