The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1409

Blood splattered all over the faces of the men next to him, instantly blurring their vision. Gerry's body swayed for a moment before being propped up again.
One shot was all it took to end a life.
Robin stared at Gerry, who kept his eyes wide open till he died, and suddenly felt as if he was standing in an ice cellar. He had thought Damon was just threatening him with a gun. But to his surprise, Damon actually shot and killed a man right in front of him.
The sound of the gunshot was drowned out by the sound of a news broadcast on TV. Even though the gunshot could be heard, nobody would believe that someone would actually shoot to kill.
Damon passed the gun back to Nate, unimpressed.
"Guns are handy," Damon said.
They were direct, efficient, simple, and convenient. You didn’t have to worry about getting close to someone you despised or getting your hands dirty with their blood.
"So just because of my liking for this, I can't hand over the Harper family to you." Damon continued.
The Harper family was involved in the arms trade, and they were self-sufficient.
A liking? A liking for killing people with guns? If Robin had only understood Damon's sinister side from the conversation in Presley's hospital room before, now, he had witnessed Damon's brutality through his actions. This was not just empty talk.
"This is a face-to-face confrontation," Damon said, his gaze slowly falling on Robin's face, his eyes as fierce and ruthless as a predator holding its prey in its claws. "And a warning. You can take a swing at me. But if you dare touch anyone around me... Give it a try? You see what happened to Gerry when he tried to deal with Yasmine."
Damon's warning and threat were displayed in full. In the room, besides Robin and the now-dead Gerry, the other three couldn't help but shudder.
Just then, the hospital room door was knocked, and a nurse walked in. "Could the patient please lower the volume of the TV because... Ah!!"
Seeing the bloody mess on the ground, the nurse screamed, clutching her head, and ran out, her face pale. Watching Robin's pale face, Damon curled his lips, and gestured to the others to drop Gerry's body at Robin's feet. "He died for you, after all. Keep him."
With that, Damon left the blood-stench-filled room, stepping over Gerry and the pool of blood.
"Mr. Harper, the general manager of PrimeVision has checked into The Watson Hotel. He's waiting for your reply regarding the continuation of the cooperation project."
"If he's already here, then this question is redundant."
Nate smiled. Smart people always showed their intelligence when doing business. "I'll arrange a dinner immediately."
At four in the afternoon, Presley insisted on being discharged.
At six in the evening, Wendy was pushed out of the dungeon.
At eight in the evening, Presley personally delivered Wendy back to the Alonso family.
Seeing the tortured state Wendy was in, Grace screamed, nearly fainting!
Wendy was barely hanging on, and Cole's face was a mess. Looking at Presley in the wheelchair, his eyes filled with blood, and he said, "Presley, if something happens to Wendy, the Alonso family and the Harper family will become enemies!"
Presley's eyes trembled, and his face aged significantly after the illness. "I am responsible to the Alonso family for this incident."
"Presley, please go back. Thank you for helping me bring Wendy back!"
The always polite Alonso family didn't even let Presley through the door today.
Phoebe just flew back from Hong Kong this afternoon. She didn't have much expectation about attending the Y Country state banquet, but she was curious to see what Princess Ava, who was said to have plotted against her mother, looked like. If possible, she wished all those who had plotted against her mother were dead.
Seeing Wendy being carried in, her face full of pain, made Phoebe feel a bit of schadenfreude. This person took everything from her and stole her life.
But that wasn't the most important part. The most important part was that, to make Wendy become the heiress, Phoebe's mother died at their hands.
Phoebe didn't care about the title, nor did she care about the entire Alonso family. If possible, it would be best if the Alonso family disappeared altogether. But some people saw the Alonso family as more important than life itself.
While Cole was staring at Wendy, not knowing whether to be angry or sympathetic, and finally waving his hand to let the servants take her to rest, Wendy suddenly grabbed Cole's clothes.
"Dad, please, I want to go to the state banquet. I want to go..."
Phoebe laughed coldly. Even at this point, when her life was hanging by a thread, Wendy still wanted to attend the state banquet. Was it to show off at the banquet, or to fulfill her duty as Ms. Wendy and save the Alonso family, which was in shambles?
Did she think she was the savior of the Alonso family?
Phoebe looked at Wendy coldly. Wendy was sweating just from sitting up, and she looked at Cole with a pleading face. Wendy was panting just from speaking, and Phoebe was amazed at her determination.
Cole's eyebrows shot up in anger. "Look at you now, why the hell do you want to go to the state banquet, to make a fool of yourself?!"
Tears streamed down Wendy's face. "This is being sincere, right? Dad, the Alonso family can't fall apart. I can't let Chloe get her way... Dad, I'd rather die than see Chloe living a happy life!!"
She clung tightly to the corner of Cole's shirt. Her weak voice was barely audible as if she had exhausted all her strength. Her voice did not increase in volume, but the hatred in it sent chills down one's spine.
"... Stop being a drama queen!" After a long pause, Cole let out a helpless sigh, "What's the point of fighting with Chloe? What does it matter to you whether she's doing well or not? You can't even take care of yourself, yet you want others to suffer."
"Dad! I’m begging you!" Wendy didn't have the energy to argue with Cole continuously.
Seeing her determined and resolute expression, Cole squinted. "If you can't stand Chloe, I can help you teach her a lesson, but you need to rest first!"
"No! No!" Wendy shook her head. "Dad, I hate her. If I can't personally lead her to a dead end, if I can't see her failure with my own eyes, I'd rather die than be at peace!"
No one could understand how much she hated Chloe!