Loving You In Secret (Vicky and Tyler) novel Chapter 1331

Chapter 1331

There were a lot of people around them, and they all felt obliged to say something.

"Tyler might be reckless, but...he’d never do such a thing if a certain someone didn't exaggerate the truth," said Valencia.

Orion agreed. "Yeah, this isn't entirely Tyler's fault. Had Vicky not told Tyler she was injured, how would he know?"

Instantly, everyone shifted the blame onto Vicky, and she simply remained quiet without arguing.

Tyler stood before her and lifted her bruised wrist. "What is this, then?" n ii

Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw Vicky's 'injury'.

Mike sneered. "You call that an injury?”

"Isn't it?"

Mike's entire body trembled with anger. "Compared to what my son suffered, what kind of an injury is that? Tyler-"

His words were interrupted by Tyler's ominous voice. "Vicky is my wife. Forget the bruises on her wrist now. Even if anyone dares to touch a single strand of her hair, it'll be considered a direct insult toward me." Tyler's gaze was sharp as it swept across the faces of the crowd as he moved his lips. "I spared his life, and that's already mercy...

Whoever dares to touch her, I'll take their life."

Both Valencia and Orion were stunned. Unable to do anything to Tyler, they wanted to target Vicky instead. They thought that if they managed to control Vicky, Tyler would obediently follow suit. However, they did not expect Tyler to boldly declare his claim in front of so many people.

Mike narrowed his eyes coldly as he looked at Vicky. Both his daughter and son had been injured twice because of Vicky, and he wanted her dead.

'If I kill this menace, Old Mister Hart won't punish me afterward,' he thought and aimed the gun at Vicky again, ready to fire.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, a sharp noise sounded.

Bang!

Mike's wrist stung, and blood splattered as the gun fell from his hand, landing on the ground with a clatter.

Stunned, he turned to see Tyler holding a gun aimed at him. A thin trail of white smoke wafted from the black and frigid muzzle.