Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1224

Ian tossed her aside, his focus entirely on Dylan.

Dylan felt as if he was no longer human, but a raging lion, devoid of any rational thought.

Ian took out a cigarette, his pinky finger casually holding the gun.

As he lit his cigarette, his features were obscured by the smoke that curled around him.

Fitch knew Ian best and in a split second, threw himself onto Dylan and Beck, forcing them to the ground.

The next moment, bullets whizzed past where they had just been standing.

If they hadn't ducked in time, those bullets would have pierced their chests.

Fitch strode over and grabbed the gun from Ian's hand.

"Ian, calm down. Let’s check around first."

Ian didn't respond, his leather shoe landing heavily on Judith's hand.

Judith woke up with a start, wincing in pain as Ian asked,

"Where is she?"

The sound of his voice was chilling to her, akin to the grim reaper calling her name.

She was genuinely scared, knowing that if she hesitated even a moment, Ian would kill her without a second thought.

"Please, I don't know, I swear, I don't know. Beck, help me."

But no one could stop the manic Ian.

"I don't know, I only threw a flower pot at her. She fell down, and I thought she was dead. Her body should be there. I don't know where she went. I really don't know."

Ian's foot pressed down even harder, crushing Judith's fingers.

"It hurts, it hurts. Dad, help me."

She was in so much pain that she started babbling incoherently, oblivious to the fact that just a few hours ago, Maja had been subjected to a thousand-fold more pain than her.

[Judith was shot twice, her fingers broken. Ian is ruthless.]

[Don't forget, we all said not to provoke him. When he gets crazy, he won’t care about the consequences.]

Those words silenced the crowd.

Indeed, those rich families had all warned them not to offend Ian.

Now that Judith had crossed him, he didn't even care about the influence of the Sanders family.

The three powers mobilized, turning Greenfield upside down.

But by dawn, there was still no sign of Maja. It was as if she had vanished into thin air.

Ian sat in his car, his eyes red, the cigarette in his fingers burning down to the stub, but he didn't seem to notice.

The car door was yanked open, and Fitch was nearly choked by the smoke inside.

He heard Ian’s query, "Did you find her?"