Samuel Dalton shielded her behind him, pulling out a jet-black handgun from his waist under Mortimer Dalton's horrified gaze.
He aimed at Mortimer Dalton's legs.
His clear eyes were filled with ferocity.
He pulled the trigger without hesitation.
'Bang! Bang!'
Two shots hit Mortimer Dalton's legs!
"Ah!... Ah!... Ha! ... That woman indeed left you a weapon! ..."
Mortimer Dalton struggled frantically in his wheelchair.
Samuel Dalton didn't want to look at his repulsive face any longer. He turned to help the still-dazed Selena Kensington untie the ropes.
At that moment, a group of people suddenly poured in from outside.
Leading them... was Butler Dalton.
A confidant of the Dalton patriarch.
Butler Dalton watched the scene, a trace of sigh in his eyes, "Master Samuel, Master Mortimer, and this young lady, please move to the Dalton Family estate."
Samuel Dalton knew that Butler Dalton's appearance meant that the Dalton patriarch was already aware of the matter.
