Her Billionaire Husband novel Chapter 918

Chapter 918 Her Miserable Life

After Veronica fired the shot, she didn't hear anything but pained groans.

She waited for a few seconds until she was sure she wouldn't be in any danger before slowly getting up.

She saw the men lying motionless on the ground while Tiffany was leaning against a tree.

Three of the men were either dead or unconscious. The only one who was still conscious weakly grappled with his gun to shoot Veronica when he saw her.

However, Veronica didn't give him a chance. With a flick of her hand, a dart struck him in the neck and stabbed him in his main artery.

"Ugh…" the man groaned as blood gushed out. Even his mouth was filled with blood. He jerked a few times before flopping dead on the ground.

Tiffany was pale as she witnessed the whole thing. She was so terrified that she froze for a while before she finally regained her senses and snatched up a gun to point it at Veronica. "Don't move, or I'll kill—Aargh!"

She didn't even get to finish her sentence when Veronica threw yet another dart at her. This time, the dart stabbed her in her shoulder. She shrieked in pain and dropped the gun.

"You really overestimate yourself."

Veronica slowly walked over and retrieved the darts. After wiping the darts clean of blood with the men's clothes, she stuffed the darts back into the sheepskin roll.

"If you're so great, then I dare you not to use a hidden weapon, Veronica! What a coward! Is that all you got?"

Tiffany knew Veronica was a decent fighter but didn't expect the latter to get rid of four men so easily.

She grumbled at the fact that Dominik had given her such lousy people to help her.

She looked pathetic as she sat there on the ground, clutching her wounded shoulder and screaming at the top of her lungs despite her pain. It was as if she were making one last struggle before death.

Just then, she glanced behind Veronica.

It was the briefest of glances as she quickly withdrew her gaze and got back on her feet with great difficulty.

"Hahaha… Hahaha… Veronica… today… we…" In Tiffany's present state, the simple act of standing was as hard as climbing the tallest mountain in the world.

She had to rely on the tree trunk behind her to straighten up.

All the color had drained out of her face. Her forehead was drenched in sweat, and blood was trickling out of the corner of her lips.