Chapter 60 He Will Die

• One second, I was standing close to Victoria; the next moment, my revolver was pointed at Marianne’s head.
• Her eyes widened in fear. Whatever courage she had earlier vanished, knowing she was between life and death. One wrong move, and I would paint the hall with her blood. I would ensure no one ever opened their filthy mouths against my wife.
• A pair of hands gripped my shoulders. I didn’t even turn back to see who it was. I was patiently waiting for Marianne to make a mistake. The safety was off. Just one click of my finger, and she was as good as dead.