Chapter 1332
Mike was dazed as he watched blood stream down his arm. âTyler Hart⦠How dare you shoot me?!â
Tyler stared at him coldly, determined to eliminate him for trying to kill Vicky and take her from him. No
one who tried to take Vicky away had the right to live.
With that thought in mind, Tyler pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang!
Despite his age, Mikeâs agility was still remarkable.
The moment Tyler pulled the trigger, he swiftly dodged the bullet. However, Tyler aimed his gun at Mike
again and was determined to kill him.
âTyler!â Old Mister Hart shouted, trying to stop him.
However, Tyler seemed oblivious to his words and pointed the gun at Mikeâs heart, preparing to fire
another shot.
âTyler, donât!â Vicky shouted and pushed his arm.
The shot veered off course and landed at Mikeâs feet.
Facing Tylerâs chilling intent to kill, Mike, weakened by his previous injury, had little chance to evade.
As death loomed over him, a distressed voice halted Tylerâs hand.
âTyler, thatâs enough.â
He turned to see Vicky, who looked anxious and alarmed.
She shook her head at him. âTyler, enough.â
âHe was going to kill you,â Tyler muttered.
âIâm fine now.â Vickyâs voice quivered slightly.
âIt would be too late for me to do anything if I wait until youâre ânot fineâ,â interjected Tyler sternly.
Vicky remained silent for a few seconds, then walked slowly toward Tyler. âTyler, I donât want to stay
here. Letâs go back.â
âWe can go back,â Tyler replied, glancing at Mike murderously. âBut letâs settle this score first.â
Vicky paled. âTylerâ¦â
Just then, Old Mister Hartâs voice broke in. âAre you planning to kill in front of Vicky?â
He leaned on his dragon-headed cane, striking the ground forcefully. His face was contorted with
anger, his chest heaving.
This birthday celebration had not only seen gunfire but also spilled blood. Worse still, it happened
between members of the Hart family. The fact that Old Mister Hart did not faint on the spot showed his
remarkably strong mental fortitude.
Hearing Old Mister Hartâs words, Tylerâs brow furrowed. He lowered his gaze to Vicky, noticing how she
was trembling in fear.
The coldness in Tylerâs eyes subsided as he realized that
Old Mister Hart was right; he should not kill in front of Vicky.
Tyler lowered the gun and gently held Vickyâs hand. âLetâs go.