FreeNovel"What is she making a fuss about," Horace didn’t pay any attention to the scream. But when he saw Steward leading a group
upstairs, he felt a bit worried, "Boss Bella, why are they here? It looks like they're on the warpath."
Steward and his crew stormed up. When Steward saw Arabella and her entourage still alive, both standing on the edge of the 18th
floor, he was wild with joy.
Their Ms. Collins was still alive! She was alive and kicking!
At the stime. Sean had been scouring the ground floor but found no trace of his little sister's body. Suddenly, two figures
plummeted from above—one was a nobody, the other, to his surprise, was Martha.
Why on earth was Martha here?
He barely had tto ponder when a cellphone churtling down from the above. If he didn’t dodge in time, he would receive a
nasty blow to the head.
Who's the jackass throwing stuff from up high?
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Despite the broken limbs of Martha, one could at least tell that it was a person who had fallen from above.
But his little sister was nowhere to be seen.
Just then, his phone began to ring—a call from Steward.
"Sean, get up here! She's alive."
Upon hearing this, Sean bolted upstairs.
Horace, uncertain about the intentions of the newcomers—whether they were friends or foes, only saw Steward showing a gleam
of predatory pleasure seeing Boss Bella.
Were they here to take him and his Boss?
"Even if we lowballed them for their island, they wouldn't chase us to the ends of the earth, would they?"
Horace sliced open the belly of one of Martha's goons and sent another assailant flying with a swift kick.
He turned to Arabella, "Boss, have you noticed? The folks Sean's after and the ones we were seeking for seem to be the same. First
Sam, now Viper. Could it be that they followed the Viper's trail from the club to here?"
Horace floored two more attackers and cast a worried glance at Arabella. "The Viper's been offed by Martha's people. If Sean didn’t
find him, he won't pin the blon us, will he? Remember the underground fight club? We cost them Sam, and their man said that
they would skin us alive. Should we make a run for it now?"
Before he finished talking, one of Martha's henchmen pressed a switch.
In an instant, the who building rang with relentless beeping.
Horace had sharp eyes. He immediately spotted that timed bombs were placed throughout the floor at spoint.
Now there started a one-minute countdown.
Arabella saw it too. "Retreat!"
Because the incomplete building had no elevators, descending from the 18th floor would take considerable time.
At that time, Sean finally reached the 18th floor. Seeing his sister unscathed, his heart lightened with relief, yet his voice was still
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmrestrained, "You're alive?"
Arabella was perplexed. How eagerly was this person waiting for her to die?
Horace also heard Sean’s words. This man was sure enough gunning for them, wishing for their death.
"Sean, they've triggered a bomb. There's only less than fifty seconds left, we need to move."
If Martha's bombs went off, it would surely set off Steward's explosives rigged throughout the building.
The ensuing devastation was conceivable.
Sean quickly grabbed Arabella's hand. "Cwith me."
"What are you doing? Get your hands off Bella!" Horace's kicked at him.
Arabella took the chance to fight back, and Sean stepped backward. "I won't hurt you."
"There's no tleft! MOVE!" Steward hadn't finished off the remaining goons and yelled, "Get out—NOW!"
Twas ticking away.
In that critical moment, Sean saw several bullets streaking towards Arabella's back from different directions.
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