The anticipated gunshot did not occur, but due to this delay, Victoria Carter had already landed a punch on Stuart Truman's stomach. Stuart groaned, twisted her arm, and was about to use force again.
'Bang--!' A gunshot rang out, and the fight inside the car halted in an instant.
The black handgun in Victoria's hand was still faintly emitting a wisp of white smoke, while Stuart's chest was bleeding profusely, blood splattered out, creating a bloody spot on the car window, looking exceptionally grim under the setting sun.
Victoria got out of the car, circled around to Stuart, opened the car door again, and said coldly, "Get out!"
Stuart held his wound with one hand, looking at Victoria with a gloomy expression. That woman indeed had deep schemes, though not as unpredictable as Marilyn Carter, she was equally cunning.
