Chapter 52: A Gunshot

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Monroe followed him in and stood at the head of the bed. He stared at Hugh with his arms crossed. “Go and sleep on the sofa.”

Hugh glared at him. “Why? I’m your brother! You have to give in to me!”

Monroe snorted, “Do you believe that I won’t expose your glorious deeds of meeting five beautiful women at the same time on your social media accounts?”

In Monroe’s hands, there were many things that could be used against his brothers.

Any random one of them would force them to submit to him at any time.

Hugh was a world-class writer and screenwriter. He had fans all over the world. He had more than 100 million fans on his social media, so he paid a lot of attention to his personal image.

When he heard Monroe’s threat, a hint of distress flashed across his face.

“Why don’t… we sleep together?”

Monroe refused. “No!”

While Hugh was lying on the sofa, Herman had just come out of the bathroom.

Mary was lying on the bed and texting someone. When she saw Herman coming out, she immediately put away her phone.

“Are you done washing up?”

Mary’s gaze fell on Herman, and she almost couldn’t help but whistle!

Herman was too beautiful to be true!

His hair, which usually fell back meticulously, lay on his head because of the shower, looking tender and juicy!

More importantly, he looked the most like Jayce among the brothers.

Mary could not help but sigh in her heart when she thought of Jayce.

He seemed to be tired of her, and did not even leave her a single message.

In the future, he would never feel his gentleness again, right?

Such a person was deadly when he was gentle and heartless when he was estranged.

Mary was a little disappointed as she carried her pajamas into the bathroom.

Herman stared at Mary’s back and wondered why the expression on her face was so uncertain.

Herman slept on the floor.

Mary asked him if he wanted to sleep on the bed, one on each side, and not to disturb each other.

Herman refused.

Herman was usually a very cold person and did not talk much, so Mary felt the awkward silence and did not continue the conversation.

Everyone was not in a good mood after what happened tonight.

Gradually, the surroundings became quiet, as if they had fallen asleep…

Suddenly, a gunshot sounded!

It reverberated through the entire town, waking everyone up from their sweet dreams!

Mary, who had been sleeping soundly, immediately opened her eyes and sat up.

“Boss!” Someone was knocking on Monroe’s bedroom door and shouting.

Mary heard the sound of the door opening.

“Boss, it’s the people from the Dragon! They’re following us! Damn it, they’re like flies, we can’t shake them off!”

Monroe didn’t say anything, but from the sound of footsteps, he seemed to have gone downstairs with his subordinates.

The knocking on the door was soon heard again, this time it was Mary’s room.

Herman stood up to open the door, and the man in black standing outside the door said respectfully and urgently, “Sixth young master, Miss Mary, please follow me! The Boss asked me to escort you back immediately!”

The maids downstairs had already started to get into the car in an orderly manner. Hugh, who was standing across the door, also came out drowsily.

“What happened?” Herman asked as he walked downstairs.

The man in black explained, “It’s our opponent, the people from the Evil Dragon Group. “When we went out this time, they discovered our whereabouts, so they sent people to assassinate the Boss! “In the morning, I thought they had already been cleared out. I didn’t expect so many people to come in succession!”

Mary asked worriedly, “How many are there?”

The man in black replied, “Fifty or sixty.”

Mary asked, “Will the people in this town suffer?”

The man in black hesitated for a moment and replied, “Yes. But we will try our best to avoid them.”

Try our best, but there was no guarantee.

Herman and Hugh had already gotten into the car. Mary held the car door and hesitated for a moment.

She turned to the man in black who was escorting them. “Give me one of your guns!”