When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 1838

Looking at her, I gulped by reflex, as I could imagine what was going to happen in the next second. A bullet piercing through my skull.

Suddenly, a bullet whizzed through the full-length windows of the living hall before striking Ramona’s hand, causing her to drop the gun.

Without any hesitation, I grabbed it and held her at gunpoint. “Don’t move.”

Holding onto her injured hand, Ramona collapsed onto the sofa. Despite the cold sweat beading down her face, she didn’t make a sound. Nevertheless, her breathing had grown heavy.

She gave me a bewildered look, likely shocked at how I managed to turn the table in the blink of an eye.

But given how sharp she was, she quickly found the answer. Looking at the dilapidated window from afar, she squinted her eyes as it dawned upon her. “Are you working for the police?”

Her guess was only half correct. Technically, it was the army.

Her question helped me get a good grasp of the situation. It seemed that after what happened to John, Benson reorganized the security around Fuller Corporation. They lay in wait until Ramona triggered them.

Although I wanted to have a candid discussion with her, I wasn’t sure if the house was bugged by Nathaniel. Hence, I played dumb. “Quit with the jokes, Ms. Sutton. You have already done your homework on me. If I worked for the police, do you think Nathaniel would let me live till now?”

Just as I spoke, a deep male voice rang out from the door. “What’s going on?”

Turning around, I saw Nathaniel enter the room.

Ramona pleaded with him for help, “Quick, kill her! She’s with the police!”

Evidently, it wasn’t convincing at all. Nathaniel simply knitted his brows in curiosity.

Closing her eyes in resignation, she suddenly dived at me and snatched the gun away from my hand.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t left-handed and needed some time to get into position. The delay allowed Nathaniel to pull out his gun.

While Ramona had her gun pointed at me, Nathaniel aimed his at her. Threatened by the Mexican standoff, she held back from pulling the trigger.

Staring into the barrel of his gun, she asked in disbelief, “Are you actually pointing that gun at me?”

“You are certainly quick with a gun, but don’t forget who taught you how to do it.” Nathaniel ignored Ramona and warned her with an indifferent expression, “Put the gun down right now and leave the organization. I will then pretend that this never happened.”

“Are you kicking me out?” Ramona’s beautiful eyes suddenly lost their sparkle.