The Billionaire Alpha’s Contract Lover by Caesar Erickson novel Chapter 787

Chapter 787
Grace saw the scary sight of Amon tied to a chair with gunshot wounds on both legs, dripping with blood.
She quickly struggled off the bodyguard, ran to Casare with her short legs, and tugged at his trouser leg.
“Daddy, I’ve asked the doctor to come over. Can you let him take a look at Strange Uncle’s legs?”
She saw Amon was pale and trembling all over, but had no idea if it was because he was upset with her father or was hurting.
She only knew that seeing him so made her sad and distressed.
The Strange Uncle she knew always had his hands in his pockets leisurely and looked cool, and he had never been so helpless before.
She hoped that her father would spare him and let the doctor treat his wounds. If not, she feared that he would lose blood to
death.
Casare lowered his head and glanced at the little girl as she
on his face.
leg, and a gentle smile gradually formed
“Grace, play a game with Daddy, and I’ll let the doctor treat
his legs, okay?”
“Okay.”
Grace nodded obediently.
Casare picked Grace up and handed her the gun in his hand, “Do you still remember how to shoot?”
Grace nodded again, “I do.”
Casare reached out his hand and scratched Grace’s nose, “Smart girl.”
Praised by her father, Grace raised her chubby chin and tried to ask for a reward from him.
“Daddy, since I’m a smart girl, can you spare Strange Uncle?”
Casare smiled and nodded, “Yes, but you need to play the game with Daddy first.”
Grace coc ked her head and asked innocently, “What game are we playing?”
We took Grace’s small hand, put her finger on the trigger, and said with a smile, “You always practiced shooting with a target and never shot anyone before. How about you try shooting with him as a live target?”
Although Grace was young, she could understand what her father meant. She couldn’t bear to do it and shook her head, “No, I don’t want to kill Strange Uncle…”
The smile on Casare’s face deepened instead, “Grace, if you take a shot, Daddy would spare Strange Uncle. If not, Daddy won’t show him any mercy…”
Wallowing in regret, Amon heard their conversation and looked up in disbelief.
“You taught her to shoot?”
Grace was not even six years old, yet Casare taught her how
to shoot a target!
“You can’t expect me to teach her to study, do you?”
Casare snorted coldly, then turned to look at Grace, “Do you like studying?”
Grace quickly shook her head, “I don’t like studying, but I also don’t like…”
She didn’t say the word “killing”, because she was afraid that she would upset her father.