Silly Bride novel (Winnie and Xavier) novel Chapter 362

However, no bullet was discharged even though the trigger had been pulled six times continuously.

After her initial shock, Winnie frowned and glared at Harold, who was standing less than two meters away.

He didn’t seem surprised at all.

In fact, he gave Winnie a sinister grin.

“Why? Are you shocked, Ms. Vivian? I thought you were a smart woman, but I can’t believe you assumed I’d hand a loaded gun to you. Have I ever told you that you have gorgeous eyes? However, you’re blind. Open your eyes wide and see what this is.”

Harold smugly showed her what was in his left palm.

Winnie noticed there was a bullet lying there.

He tricked me. There is no bullet in this gun.

Unafraid, she threw the gun away. “It appears that I’m not quite as skilled as you in these sorts of games.”

Harold let out a loud, haughty laugh as he held up his gun with his right hand and pointed it at Winnie. His expression was one of extreme contempt and disappointment. “You’re really quite bold to be able to stay so calm and collected in the face of imminent danger, huh? I’m sure someone else would be so scared that they’d be peeing their pants if they were in your shoes right now. Ms. Vivian, do you even know what you’ve done? You’ve betrayed my trust and broken the rules. How dare you try to kill me with my own gun! That’s outrageous! Despite this, I still can’t help but admire you since I got to know you in Lightspring. That was why I trusted you enough to collaborate with you. Little did I expect you to blow up my factory and warehouse! Here, take a good look at this!” Harold grew increasingly emotional as he strode to Winnie. “Open your f*cking pretty eyes and take a good look at me! Look at my face! Look what you did to me!”

Winnie glanced at his contorted and grotesque appearance and curled her mouth into a mocking smirk, a gesture that made it evident that she found his presence to be quite disagreeable.

“Why? Are you expecting me to apologize? You look ugly now. Will you feel better if I apologize?”

The provocation that came from her speech served only to intensify Harold’s wrath, causing his expression to become further distorted with rage.

“Winnie Garland!” he hissed through gritted teeth. “You have a death wish!”

“Whatever you say.” Winnie didn’t seem afraid at all. She looked him straight in the eye mockingly. “You have the gun, so just shoot me. Why aren’t you taking action? Do you need me to show you how it’s done?”

Winnie grasped Harold’s wrist, guiding it so that the barrel of the gun was pointed directly at her stomach.

Her lips curved up as she continued, “Just like how I fired at you earlier, shoot me until your bullets run out.”

The icy coldness of the metal gun barrel seeped through the fabric of Winnie’s clothing, pressing firmly against her body.

She shivered in response, feeling the chill of the metal even against the protection of the bulletproof vest that she wore.

James had given her instructions to buy some time, so she was left with no other choice but to humor Harold’s requests.

However, Winnie had heard three long and one short cricket sound.

She knew this was Greta’s unique signal.

Greta is here to help me.

It had been around thirty seconds since she heard that signal, but Greta had yet to take action.

Winnie realized that Greta was unable to act as she and Harold were standing in the wrong positions.

Harold had crouched down when he approached Winnie and told her to look at his face.

She had completely blocked Harold’s body.

Right now, Greta was hiding somewhere behind them.