Chapter thirty-six

A man strode out of the blue car" why don't you allow me to help you in?" he said with a dirty smile covering his handsome but ugly face.

Emma glared around to see whether there was anybody around but all the workers seemed to have departed. She gazed at the man, something was off about him, why was he smiling like crazy.

He raised his right hand to touch her shoulder" boom" blood rained from the bullet hole in his hand.

He screamed in pain shaking his wounded hand in the air, peering in the direction from which he presumed the bullet might have come.

The pain in his eyes turned to terror, the angel of death have manage to catch up with him.

Life flew away from his side the moment he choose to look at the beautiful face of Emma.

Maxwell was strolling unhurriedly in the rain holding his gun like a god of war as the water dripped from his black hair which had been faded side by side nicely. He was all wet but he seemed to be angrier than wet.

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