Billionaire's Reborn Baby novel Chapter 406

Christy was also stunned for a moment. After a while, she smiled, picked up her gun and pointed it at Irene again. "Come here and open the car door."

There was a car in the garage. Irene opened the door and took the lead to sit inside.

Christy sat in the passenger seat. Her gun was pointed at Irene's head the whole time. Branden did not know whether to stop her or let her leave. However, it was obvious that Christy would not shoot Irene.

On the ground, the driver was still turning over painfully. Hearing the car starting, he endured the pain and rolled a few times to make way. With hesitation, the butler opened the garage door and the front gate.

Afterwards, the group of people watched as Irene stepped on the accelerator pedal and drove the car away.

"Irene—" Branden chased after them for a few steps in anger, then he turned around and shouted at the butler, "What are you waiting for?! Why don't you go after them!? Call someone to block the intersection now! Ensure the safety of Ms. Irene!"

"Yes!"

"Then ... what about that woman?" the butler asked.

"Bring Ms. Irene back first!" Branden roared.

"Yes, yes, yes!" The butler hurried off.

There was still a car parked in the garage. The butler hurriedly drove it out and threw the driver in as well, preparing to take him to the hospital on the way.

Branden turned around and went upstairs. When he reached the stairs, he stopped for a moment. There were drops of blood on the floor. Just now, his entire attention was on Irene, so he didn't notice the blood on the ground.

'So that woman was injured?'

He quickly walked into the room with a red door and saw the unconscious bodyguard on the ground. The sheets beside the bodyguard were dyed red, and there was also blood on the ground.

He kicked the bodyguard, "Wake up!"

The bodyguard was still fainted. When Branden almost thought that he was dead, the bodyguard suddenly stood up and covered the back of his neck with a pained frown.

Branden looked at him and said coldly, "I didn't spend so much money to hire a dead loss!"

"Sorry!" the bodyguard apologized in a muffled voice.

"I don't want to hear your apologies! I want you to find her! Find out who sent her! Find out her purpose! Find out everything!" Branden roared.

"Yes!"

The bodyguard staggered for a few steps, then he silently walked out. When he reached the landing, he clearly saw the blood on the ground. He lowered his head and looked at it for a moment. The he suddenly remembered the scene from before.

The instant Christy threw herself on the bed, she picked up the gun and intended to aim it at the rope that tied her. However, the bodyguard rushed over and the gun was fired when they were wrestling. Christy was at a disadvantage since her hands were tied, so the bodyguard snatched the gun away.

Christy, on the other hand, took a few steps towards him without any fear. "My purpose is different from yours. You want to protect him, while I want to leave safely. Give me the gun, and I won't kill him...."

"Back off!" the bodyguard shouted.

Christy did not retreat, so the bodyguard opened fire.

Christy's shoulder was shot, and the bodyguard stared at her, "Back off! I'll say one more...."

Christy still took a step towards him, "I won't kill him. Let me go." Her expression was not charming, instead, it was filled with shocking determination.

Afterwards, he untied her, and the cunning woman picked up the gun and knocked him out.

As the bodyguard walked out of the villa, he raised his hand to cover the back of his neck, which was aching.

'That woman.... Don't let me catch you again. Next time I see you, I will definitely not show mercy.'

"I'll take you to the hospital, while you ... tell me something." Irene said.

The driver panicked for a moment, then he shook his head and said, "I ... I don't know."

"I haven't asked anything, so how do you know you don't know?" Her harsh gaze swept across the rearview mirror.

"I ... I'm just a driver. I don't know anything else." the driver stuttered.

Irene did not say anything, but she already had an answer in her heart.

On the other side, after Christy got into the taxi, she opened the window, and the little robot landed on her palm. She couldn't help but ask, "How do you know I'm here?"

The little robot stared at her shoulder with its gray jewel eyes before landing on her face, as if it was checking her body for any other injuries.

The taxi driver said, "Mr. Trevor asked me to pick you up."

"Mr. Trevor?" Christy looked at him in surprise.

Yes, she almost forgot that the little robot was that Mr. Trevor....

But how did he know she was here?

"Are you injured?" the driver asked, "Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

"No need." Christy said.

The little robot suddenly said, "There's someone following behind."

This was the first time Christy heard the little robot speak. He sounded only about eleven or twelve years old. It was from a youth whose voice hadn't changed yet, which was slightly green and childish. However, it was so pleasant to hear him that she suddenly remembered the voice she heard ten years ago....