Chapter 1164:
Instantly, those bodyguards closed in, forming a circle around Elena.
Elena held her ground, not so much as blinking, her gaze like a shard of ice. Then, with barely a warning, a handful of silver needles zipped from her hand, finding their marks in the bodyguards’ chests. Their bodies locked up, stopped in their tracks.
Gasps erupted from the shocked bodyguards.
“What the hell is happening?”
“Why can’t I move? What kind of trick did she pull off?”
“She’s got weapons hidden on her!”
The tension in the room spiked.
The two bodyguards restraining Lyle tried to make a move, but one buckled with a pained gasp as his knee was struck, while the other crashed to the floor before he could throw a punch.
Lyle’s gaze locked onto Elena, his shock making him forget how to breathe.
Even after handling those bodyguards, Elena stood there with her clothes as spotless as when she’d first walked in. She shot Lyle a steady look. “Don’t just stand there. Move.”
Just as they started to leave, a voice as cold as steel echoed behind them. “Who gave you permission to walk out?”
Spinning around, Elena was met with the unmistakable sight of a gun aimed straight at her. Annoyance flickered across her face as she clicked her tongue. Right—this place didn’t ban firearms. Carrying one herself had never even crossed her mind.
The patient’s mother glared at Elena, her words dripping with venom. “One more step, and I’ll kill you right here and now!”
Without thinking, Lyle stepped between her and the barrel, glancing over his shoulder. “Elena, go! You have to get out of here!”
Elena’s expression turned icy. “Don’t be an idiot. I’m not leaving.”
No sooner had she finished speaking than the man, driven by rage at her defiance, pulled the trigger. Bang! A gunshot shattered the air.
The air was thick with the harsh sting of gunpowder, sharp and bitter. Instinctively, people shielded their noses.
𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙜𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀[ꞏ]𝖈𝖔𝖒
Seconds later, they looked up—only to be met with a shocking sight.
The patient’s mother, who had been flaunting her power just seconds ago, was now on her knees, cradling a bleeding wrist. The gun she’d brandished earlier lay forgotten on the floor, blood spreading quickly over her clothes, blooming like a dark red stain.
Right behind Elena stood a man, tall, sharply dressed, and almost too striking to look at for long.
Startled, Elena turned, and her eyes landed on Torin. He stood calmly, twirling a sleek Browning pistol in his fingers like it was an accessory rather than a weapon. The metal caught the light, gleaming coldly, while his dark eyes held the threat of violence.
Elena’s brows knit together in a mix of confusion and caution. Why was he here?
Noticing the wariness in her eyes, Torin exhaled slowly, a quiet sigh laced with disappointment. He had just stepped in and saved her, and this was the reaction he received? Annoyance flickered across his face. He lifted his hand and rested it on her head, turning her face away from him. A heavy silence blanketed the room. No one so much as shifted.
Across the room, Dewayne’s eyes widened at the sight of Torin. He blinked hard and then stepped forward quickly, doing his best to regain composure. “Your Grace, to what do we owe this visit?”
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