At this moment, Fiona Grant felt around someone's feet and found a gun, left behind by The Lucky King's men when they were cleared out, covered by the yellow sand.
Fiona Grant pulled it out, her trembling hands aiming at Nathan Foster.
If it weren't for him, she wouldn't have been brought to this place herself.
She wouldn't survive anyway, so killing Nathan Foster and then taking South Grant with her, having the two of them as her company in death, would be worth it.
No one noticed Fiona Grant's actions, and as South Grant prepared to board the helicopter, he caught a glimpse of Fiona Grant aiming the gun at Nathan Foster out of the corner of his eye.
At that moment, South Grant didn't know what got into him, but he rushed over.
In his heart, he was even still hating Nathan Foster.
Regarding the past life, he hadn't let go yet.
Not knowing why, he just dashed over.
With a bang, the gunshot rang out, the sound of the gun echoes.
