Me And My Billionaire Husband (Aurora and Heath) novel Chapter 239

The man gave him a knowing look, smiled, and patted his shoulder, “Bro, I know you’re different from us. Go back and make great movies, and don’t forget to sign one for me!”

Handing his gun to Zane, the man said, “I’ll take a quick look around and be right back.”

Before Zane could respond, the man disappeared into the woods, quickly swallowed by the darkness.

Zane felt a twinge of regret. He didn’t even know the man’s name; It seemed to be Tim.The man’s parting words, heartfelt yet futile, lingered in his mind.

After about twenty minutes, the rustle of footsteps startled Zane. Peering cautiously, he spotted a figure in camouflage, face obscured by a black cloth, advancing stealthily with a gun in hand.

Zane inched back, not daring to make a move, his mind racing with the thought, “Could this really be a terrorist group?”

On the side, Tim was inching back, and Zane’s heart skipped a beat, realizing they were on a collision course.

Clutching the pistol in his hand, Zane knew standing up and shooting now could mean getting sprayed with bullets before he even fully stood up–his opponent had an assault rifle compared to his handgun.

If he stayed put, Tim would walk straight into the armed man’s path.

Indecisive, Zane hesitated, but before he could act, a gunshot rang out. The armed man’s rifle smoked; Tim staggered and fell.

Zane’s world shattered in that instant. He’d never experienced such a profound and sudden loss in his life. People endure aging, sickness, and death, but how could anyone just die so abruptly?

Memories from the past month flooded Zane’s mind like a breached dam. Tim teasing him about his poor shooting skills, racing him, jostling for food, not to mention helping him clean and jovially discussing which actress was the most attractive…

How could so many memories from just half a month feel like they were overwhelming his resolve?

Zane stood up in a fury, firing at the camouflaged man until he fell. Dropping the gun, Zane scrambled to Tim’s side, staring at the blood on his chest, too afraid to touch him.

Sitting on the grass, waves of regret and guilt washed over him.

If only he were a bit stronger, a better shot, perhaps a more decisive action could have made a difference.

If he hadn’t been so self–preserving, always thinking of hiding in the back, maybe Tim wouldn’t have died,

But what use were these thoughts now? He had killed the man, but Tim wouldn’t come back.

Zane had never felt such pain before. He sat collapsed on the grass, wishing he could end his own life with a gunshot. If someone attacked him now, he wouldn’t even resist, feeling utterly defeated.

He’d been here only half a month, determined that this wasn’t his place, finding ways to do less and slack off. Yet why did Tim, like a fool, always treat him as one of their own?

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Chapter 239

As Zane sat motionless, floodlights suddenly lit up the area, alarms screeching, turning the pitch–dark forest as bright as day.

Before he could grasp what was happening, fearing enemy takeover or capture, his mind a mess with thoughts of Aurora, the movie, and his uncertain fate, someone approached him, saying, “The drill is over, get up.”

Zane, utterly bewildered, touched his face and asked, “What?”

Turning, he found one of the instructors standing behind him, who explained, “This was your final test, just a drill. Stop crying, Tim isn’t

dead.”

Zane was dumbfounded, “Not dead? Really?”

The instructor, somewhat exasperated, said, “Check for yourself. Feel for a heartbeat, breathing. Come on, bro, no need for tears.”

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