The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 364

"My fault... How about I stay by your side and nurse you back to health? Consider it my apology."

"If I were you, I'd be calling 911 right now instead of standing here flapping my gums."

"Oh, right, right... I'm on it!"

Vivian spun around and took two steps before remembering her phone was shattered to pieces. She awkwardly turned back to the man, offering a sheepish grin, and reached into his pocket to fish out his phone.

She unlocked it and dialed 911.

The wait was pure agony.

She stared at the knife and the endless flow of blood, her gaze losing focus for a second.

"Should I pull it out for you first? This is bad. You can't just keep bleeding like this."

The man's face was already turning ashen. He shot her a sideways glance.

"Do you even know how?"

"I think... so?"

Vivian took a deep breath. "I've seen it on TV. I know the technique. I feel confident."

Silas gritted his teeth. "You saw it... on TV?"

"..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the woman's hand clamped down and ripped the knife straight out of his shoulder.

The blood spurted out like a geyser. It was straight out of a horror movie.

It even splattered across Vivian's face.

She offered a sycophantic smile. "Sorry about that. That was a lot of blood."

Silas: "..."

Fortunately, Vivian's follow-up was quick. She grabbed a clean T-shirt and bound it tightly around the wound, managing a makeshift compression.

By the time Simon secured the captive and returned to the room, the scene nearly gave him a heart attack.

"This..."

It was an absolute bloodbath.

The room was destroyed, furniture was smashed to splinters, and blood painted the floor.

He stared at Vivian in shock. "Miss Fairchild, are you hurt?!"

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