The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1163

Chapter 1163 

After the shootout, the area was back to its eerie silence, and everyone was on edge, fearing bullets to rain down on them again at any moment. 

Chloe didn’t change her gun–wielding stance, still shielding Presley with an alert look in her piercing eyes. 

In front of her, a small group had formed Damon, Stanley, and Nathan had quickly formed a protective circle around her and Presley. Only when they were sure that the enemies wouldn’t strike again did they gradually let their guard down, leaving the rest to the bodyguards. 

Damon holstered his gun and turned to pull Chloe into his embrace. His expression was so gloomy that it was almost intimidating to look at. He checked Chloe’s injuries. “I’m fine,” Chloe murmured 

Damon abruptly looked up, his gazes cold and sharp, as if he wanted to devour her. 

Chloe gave him a small smile. “You should be praising me, you know…” 

She thought that since she had protected Grandpa Presley and he hadn’t been injured, she deserved some praise. 

“Praise you” Are you kidding?” Stanley suddenly interjected, his voice so cold that it was hard to recognize him. 

Only darkness and fierceness remained, his voice and expression sending shivers down people’s spines. His eyes swept over her before glaring at her so hard that Chloe lowered her head, looking like a child who had done something wrong. 

“Chloe, you’re such a badass with that gun!” 

Nathan was truly amazed. Her performance at the horse tace had already exceeded his expectations. And her way of whipping at people was just too cool. 

From the first three shots, he knew she could handle a gun, but now he saw that even among those with good shooting skills, there were levels. 

The bodyguards brought the men from the ground over. Three of them had been killed already, one by each of them – him, Damon, and Stanley. 

Three others were still alive, sitting in front of them, each with an arm shot through. All six of Chloe’s bullets had hit the arms of these three men. With their arms shot, they naturally couldn’t wield guns anymore. 

Stanley looked at the three pale–faced men on the ground and began to kick and punch them. 

Chloe furrowed her brows, looking at Stanley’s back, her lips pressed into a thin line. Damon also looked grim. 

“Stanley.” 

“Stanley.” 

Damon and Chloe called out to him almost simultaneously. Stanley stiffened a bit, then kicked one of the men hard again, turned to glare at them and yelled, “What do you 

want?!” 

Damon and Chloe exchanged a glance but said nothing. 

Wendy was stunned by the scene before her, her face filled with astonishment as she looked at the three men on the ground, each with both arms disabled, and at Chloe. Her gaze shifted back and forth between them several times, and her complexion turned pale. 

Realizing she was still crouching by a pillar with her head in her hands, she quickly dropped her hands. Slowly standing up, she looked at her empty hands, then at the handgun in Chloe’s hand, her body swaying a bit. 

That gun had been in her hands, and she had been closest to Presley. 

But what had she been doing? She couldn’t remember. All she knew was that she was scared, hoping that the bullets wouldn’t hit her… 

As for what she had done, she had no memory at all. 

But Chloe, who was supposed to be protected by the bodyguards, had rushed out. 

She still remembered herself hiding on the side, watching Chloe’s calm and composed demeanor. The way she raised the gun was smooth, calmly and confidently firing at the enemy. 

Six bullets, the arms of three men, every shot on target. In such a tense situation, she actually managed that. 

Not only was she shocked, everyone present, including the bodyguards, stared at Chloe in disbelief. Their looks of shock gradually turned into admiration, and this change made Wendy feel very uneasy. 

“Take them away!” Royce stepped out and quietly arranged for the follow–up work. 

Some things were not suitable to discuss here. 

To avoid the reproachful looks from the two men, Chloe turned to face Presley, her expression and tone calm. “Grandpa, are you okay?” 

Presley, leaning on his cane behind her, looked at Chloe with a deep, scrutinizing gaze, his admiration barely concealed along with a little curiosity. 

“Tm fine.” After a while, he turned his head and answered. 

Chloe merely responded with a nonchalant “Good,” earning herself a glare from Presley. 

“If you knew I was okay, why did you ask? Redundant!” 

The truth was, Chloe knew from the start that he was perfectly fine. It was indeed redundant and completely unnecessary.