NovelEnglishChapter 553: The nausea bubbled in her throat.
Fighting the urge to vomit, she raised the gun, the sweat slipping from her fingertips. “I can do this," she murmured to herself as if trying to convince her trembling limbs.
Following the sequence, she was supposed to aim at Kylo, the next participant.
But hesitation rooted her to the spot.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe did not want to gamble with the one-in-a-million chance of survival or death.
The thought of pulling that trigger and potentially ending the life of the president of Muisvedo made her freeze.
If Kylo were shot, if she, Melany, killed him, she'd be signing her own death warrant. Andres and his enforcers would cfor her without mercy, and the numerous power factions within and beyond Muisvedo would rip her apart.
This city was a pit of vipers, ready to strike at the first sign of weakness.
This understanding made her hand quiver uncontrollably as she kept the gun raised.
Her muscles ached from holding it aloft, the dull pain quickly turning into a full-body tremor.
Kylo, in contrast, who the gun was trained on, looked unfazed. His voice, deep and composed, cut through her panic. "Miss..." "Johnson, don't be so tense." Melany couldn't reply.
Her mind repeated one warning like a drumbeat.
How could she relax at this moment? It was highly possible that she would die! Why did these lunatics readily agree to this twisted game? The glances from those around her weighed as heavily as the ocean, pressing down upon Melany. With dread gnawing at her resolve, she knew there was no way out but forward.
She decided to take a gamble.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe steeled herself, clenched her jaw, and squeezed her eyes shut as she took the plunge and pulled the trigger.
A sharp click echoed, the unmistakable sound of a misfire. It was another empty shot.
"It's... it's over," she gasped, breath ragged with relief. When she finally opened her eyes, Kylo was still there, unharmed his expression unreadable. The realization that she had survived sent her heart racing, and her knees nearly buckled beneath her.
Before she could fully process the moment, Kylo took hold of the gun, his movements deliberate as he En raised it.
"Seems today's my lucky day, Miss Johnson. Now, it's your turn." Just because the revolver had spared him didn't mean it would be so kind to her.
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