The man who had launched himself forward pounced on Conrad immediately. He kicked the latter to the ground and yanked Bertha to safety, moving her to a safe spot.
In the chaos, Giselle's eyes widened as she realized who it was. It was none other than Chris Thompson, the man who had come to interview for the bodyguard job last week at Kane Manor.
But in the next instant, the criminal, who had been knocked down, pulled out a gun.
Noticing the gun, the onlookers screamed and scrambled to get out of the way. Donovan instinctively pulled Giselle into his arms, stepping further back and ducking behind a nearby car for cover.
For a moment, it seemed like Conrad was about to start shooting wildly at everyone. But instead, the gun was aimed squarely at Chris, who had just saved Bertha.
"Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you interfere?" Conrad snarled.
Rage surged within him as he aimed the gun at Chris' head. "I'm sending you to hell, right now!"
At the sight, the crowd froze in terror. Even the police officers who had just gotten out of the cars were momentarily stunned. They hadn't expected Conrad to be armed with both a knife and a gun. They were hesitant to rush in and began considering ways to intervene safely instead.
Despite the imminent danger with the gun aimed at his forehead, Chris didn't flinch. His gaze was steely and unshaken as he locked eyes with Conrad and steadily approached him.
Seeing that Chris wasn't afraid of him and was even moving closer, Conrad roared in fury, "Don't move! I'll shoot!"
But Chris kept advancing, his gaze focused on Conrad. It was as if the threat of the gun didn't seem to faze him at all.
"I told you to stop!"
As Chris refused to stop and kept pressing forward, Conrad was now utterly enraged.



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