She’s Married, Sir (Scarlett and Sebastian) novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202 

“Young Master, Madam has come upstairs Quickly hide the photo….” 

Richard urged Sebastian with a panicked expression. 

He stroked the photo neither quickly nor slowly 

She had already passed away, so there was nothing to worry about. 

Since they wouldn’t let him dhe, then he would live the way he wanted. 

He wanted to let them know what would occur if they were to save a demon. 

The sound of the wheelchair rolling came from the corridor outside the door. 

Every time a sound was made. Richard trembled with fear, not even daring to breathe loudly. 

The room, originally somewhat dim, was suddenly illuminated as if it were daytime before the group of people entered. 

The woman sitting on the wheel chair was pushed in by a tall and burly man. 

Following behind her was a group of professional bodyguards from the special forces. 

After they entered, Sebastian did not even turn his head. His bloodshot eyes stared at the person in the photo. 

He knew she had come, yet he had no reaction, and the woman in the wheelchair wore a sullen expression. 

“Hand me the thing in his hand.” 

Hearing her order, Sebastian sneered. 

He quickly took a gun from the second shelf in the safe after putting the photo in the first. 

The man, walking behind him, was met with the bolt being pulled open, the safety disengaged, and the gun raised and aimed directly at his forehead. 

The man was shocked by his action, but he still remained calm and said. “Sebastian, I am your uncle How can you point a gun at me?” 

“Uncle?” 

The corners of Sebastian’s lips curled up into a mocking smile. “Uncle, would you really push a five-year-old nephew into the pool and let him drown?” 

The man seemed taken aback that Sebastian still recalled the incident from so long ago. His expression shifted, and he said, “I was showing you how to swim.” 

Sebastian’s mouth curled into a more and more sarcastic smile, and he ignored the man’s words, instead pulling the trigger- the gun roared. 

Just before the bullet was fired, the woman in the wheelchair commanded someone to hurl a woman drenched in blood in front of Sebastian. 

As Sebastian and the woman lying on the ground, close to death, locked eyes, his eyelashes quivered 

He raised his eyes, as cold as snow, and looked at the woman, hidden in the dark, sitting in the wheelchair with her back to the light. 

He did not say anything and just looked at her coldly. The person in the wheelchair raised her chin at him. 

“Do you want to free your uncle, or do you want her to go with him to the grave? Pick one.” 

A hoarse and unpleasant female voice sounded in the room, giving off a bone-like chill.