When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Chapter 1830 A Suicide Attack

“But why?” Rose was clearly stumped by my sudden estrangement. Nonetheless, she was the wife of the general manager of Cruise Corporation, so she had the ability to read between the lines. In no time, she nodded in acknowledgment. “I got it. Don’t worry, Scarlett. Nick and I will remember to do as you said.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than the elevator came to a stop. Rose insisted on seeing me out.

When we arrived at the entrance, a boy of about Audrey’s height blocked our path with a toy gun in his hand.

The boy was all smiles and appeared exceedingly cheerful. He seemingly knew me, but he mistook Rose for me. Looking up at Rose with a silly smile on his face, he inquired, “Are you Ms. Scarlett?”

Rose chuckled the moment she heard that and self-deprecatingly remarked, “Nick often tells me that I used to look just like your biological sister, Letty.”

As she said that, she crouched. Pinching the boy’s arm, she asked, “Why are you looking for Ms. Scarlett, sweetie? Why don’t you tell me?”

“Are you Ms. Scarlett?” The boy was still smiling, but the toy gun in his hand was so realistic that it transported me back to the scene on the cruise ship the day before. I remembered that Garrett’s subordinate’s gun was of the same model.

Rose was tickled pink by his stubbornness. “Haha, just tell me what it is. When I hear it, Ms. Scarlett will also know about it!”

must be Ms. Scarlett,” the boy

stop teasing him,” I urged since I was in a hurry

shrug and decide to tell him the truth. “Okay, then.

Bang!

speaking, the sound of a gunshot broke the silence at the mall entrance in the blink of

as blood splattered onto the ground a near distance from where Rose was

second and

bullets pierced Rose’s body and whizzed past

though there was a drizzle, and the raindrops were her fading

in the boy’s hand

for real. The lively and kind girl had just obtained true love for a few years, but

six or seven years old laughed maniacally with her blood on his face. Aiming his gun at Rose, who had gone entirely still, he pulled the trigger once

legs felt as though they were weighed down with a heavy boulder, giving me no way out

upon me, wanting me to see every gunshot hitting Rose so

had turned into the devil right then, taking such

of her mouth. I could seemingly hear her moaning