Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 325

"If that's the best you've got, Mr. Rogers, then I'm truly worried for the future of the Rogers family."

"Such arrogance," Oscar sneered. "Don't think you're invincible just because you took down a man like George. The evidence Queena had is in your hands now, isn't it? And yet, you haven't dared to do a thing."

With that, Oscar raised his pistol and fired a rapid succession of shots.

His aim was decent; not a single shot missed the target.

He opened the chamber and began reloading. "The money you've earned since your debut, you've donated most of it to charity. But has anyone ever thanked you? You kindly sponsored that young boy, and his parents turned around and accused you of abuse. Isn't it laughable?

"Take my advice, Ms. Jones. Stop acting like you're some kind of savior. You might just get yourself killed trying to save others."

While Oscar was speaking, Yvonne had also raised her pistol.

She stared straight ahead, firing off a series of shots—bang, bang, bang, bang.

When she finished, a mechanical voice announced her score: ten shots, ten bullseyes.

Stunned, Oscar turned to look at her.

And then he saw Yvonne's pistol shift its aim, pointing directly at his head.

"Careful, Ms. Jones. You wouldn't want a misfire," Oscar said, his voice dropping a few degrees, though he managed to keep his composure.

Yvonne didn't speak, her hand holding the gun perfectly still.

She thought of the bruises covering little Hans' body. Although his mother was the one who had struck him, Oscar was the mastermind behind it all.

He was ruthless, willing to sacrifice even a young child to achieve his goals.

Oscar was a monster in human skin.

"Nothing," Oscar replied, putting down his gun and plastering his usual smile back on his face. He added his own praise, "I had no idea Ms. Jones was such a good shot. It's a shame you didn't become a police officer."

"It's getting late. I've had the staff prepare lunch. Would you and Yolanda care to join us, Mr. Rogers?" Thomas asked politely.

"We'd love to," Yolanda agreed.

The group left the shooting range, only to find Bennett waiting for them at the entrance.

Outside vehicles were forbidden from entering the estate grounds. Even Thomas and Oscar had to park in the lot by the main gate.

Only Bennett, the heir, could drive his car in so brazenly.

His car was parked under the shade of a tree, his tall frame leaning casually against the door.