Chapter 392
Maurice smiled helplessly, as if he hadn’t noticed the murderous intent emanating from Felicia, and slowly took the rifle from Baldy’s hands.
He said, “Let me handle this.”
After all, he had personally killed his father and another of his father’s sons. He wasn’t afraid of adding one more old woman to the list.
But Felicia was different.
Even though he had ordered all the maids nearby to leave, there was still bound to be gossip. If news of Felicia’s attempt to have Kelsey assassinated got out…
Those who had once followed Kelsey would swarm to take revenge on her.
She would never have peace again.
After speaking, he raised the rifle in his hand and calmly pulled the trigger without blinking!
Kelsey, who had just stepped out from inside, saw the rifle from afar. Her expression changed in shock, and she tried to retreat.
However, it was already too late.
His shooting skills were unusually good–quick and precise. With a casual raise of his hand the bullet shot out, and she fell to the ground not far away!
“The old hag wanted to kill me, so I killed her. There’s no problem with that, right?”
Maurice blew on the rifle’s muzzle, smiling with a carefree attitude, but his words were directed at everyone around him.
The decision was his, and so were the actions.
It had nothing to do with Felicia.
He didn’t mind taking the blame for another death, but he wanted her hands to stay clean.
She hadn’t expected him to do this. She thought he was stopping Baldy to protect Kelsey, but instead, he had acted on his own.
“I’m not going to thank you.
Felicia put away the silver needles between her fingers, her expression still cold and indifferent, even a little distant.
Maurice casually tossed the rifle aside and leaned in to whisper two words in her ear, “You will.
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She was speechless.
Crazy.
With the mastermind–Kelsey–taken care of, Gabby started wailing in despair beside her. She even lunged toward Maurice to fight him, but two of Maurice’s men quickly subdued her.
He was never one for kindness. He gave his men a signal, and they understood, gagging Gabby’s mouth and dragging her away.
In the courtyard, Baldy was trembling with fear.
He regretted not acting faster earlier. Had he helped Felicia immediately, he might have had a better chance at begging for mercy.
But now, there was no opportunity for him to perform.
Maurice had originally planned to deal with him, intending to throw him into the crocodile pit, but Felicia stopped him.
This was her own mess; she didn’t need anyone else to carry the weight.
Felicia handed Baldy a small porcelain bottle. “I told you I’d give you a choice. This bottle contains two pills–one is poison, the other isn’t. You decide.”
The two pills looked completely different–one large, one small; one black, one white.
He swallowed nervously, unsure of what to choose. He begged, “Ms. Fuller, please don’t kill me. I’m willing to obey your every command forever!”
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“Choose.” She remained unmoved.
When Carmen had fallen on her, so much blood had been spilled. How terrified must she have been?
Baldy would have succeeded long ago if Carmen hadn’t shielded her with her body.
He shouldn’t have brought up how he was just following orders. If he chose to be a hitman, he had to face the consequences of his failure. People in this line of work would never get lucky. Trembling, Baldy finally chose the white pill and put it into his mouth
