Chapter 753 Saving Grace2
Marlon held the phone tightly, suppressing his emotions.
After a long pause, he finally spoke, "Quentin, I don't believe it. Grace has been with you for so long, is her life really worth nothing to you?"
"Are you betting that I don't dare to do anything to her? Is that it?"
However, as soon as Marlon finished speaking, he heard a burst of coquettish laughter from the other side.
"Mr. Taft, be gentle, it hurts!"
"Stop calling, Grace is already old, you must be tired of her. Instead of wasting money on her, why not buy me a house? I promise to serve you wholeheartedly and make you satisfied."
"That makes sense."
With a smirk, Quentin hung up the phone.
Seeing this, the woman who had just been acting along quickly shut her mouth, not daring to make a sound.
Quentin was ice-cold, his anger reaching its peak.
"How much longer?"
"Mr. Taft, another half hour, we're almost there."
"I'll give you only twenty minutes."
"Yes, sir."
On the other side.
Marlon, in a fit of rage, smashed his phone.
He had miscalculated!
He had thought Quentin would cherish Grace more, but it turned out Grace was really worthless to him.
At that moment, he sat down and opened the bag beside him and carefully assembled the gun in his hand.
There were only a few steps left, and in less than ten minutes, it was all done.
Finally, Marlon loaded the bullets.
But just as Marlon tucked the gun into his waistband, he suddenly became a bit more clear-headed. Rumor had it that Quentin was very cold and abstinent.
Many women had thrown themselves at him, only to be kicked out by him.
How could such a cold person openly let him hear a woman's flirtatious voice?
Marlon's eyes narrowed sharply.
There was only one possibility: Quentin was trying to confuse him, and he actually cared deeply about Grace.
Marlon was no longer in a hurry.
This time, he would wait patiently.
Wait for Quentin to come to him to negotiate.
By then, not to mention twenty million dollars, even forty million dollars might be possible.
Thinking of this, he felt inexplicably good.
Taking a big gulp of water, he lay down to sleep with his arm as a pillow.
However, within a few minutes.
He heard a sudden rustling of footsteps not far away.
Someone was coming!
Marlon immediately picked up his gun, perked up his ears, and went into full alert mode.
Just as he was stepping towards the door.
Suddenly, the broken iron door was kicked open.
The next moment, Quentin stood at the door.
Marlon reacted quickly, almost instantly, he turned and pointed the gun directly at Grace.
"Quentin, don't move. If you take one more step, I'll shoot her."
"I advise you to think carefully. If Grace's life is in danger, you will definitely die defenitely. Marlon, your only choice now is to let her go and beg me to spare you."
Hearing Quentin's words, Marlon threw his head back and laughed.
"Quentin, we've come this far, do you think I believe you'll let me go?"
"I was wondering how Grace could suddenly make a comeback and dare to reject me time and again, showing me contempt. Turns out she had your support."
"Alright, since you two have been unkind to me, don't blame me for being heartless."
"Quentin, Grace, in this life, even if I turn into a revenant, I will haunt you. I curse you to never be together!"
Marlon suddenly seemed to go mad and kept laughing.
Quentin's men poured in one after another.
But seeing Quentin standing still, none of them dared to act rashly.
"Grace, it's Quentin, wake up!" Quentin shouted.
"Grace."
With Marlon's maniacal laughter, Grace finally regained some consciousness.
In a daze, she thought she heard Quentin's voice.
"Quentin, is that you?"
Grace's vision was blurry; she couldn't see clearly, but she eagerly spoke.
"It's me, I'm here."
"Don't be afraid, I'll take you home soon."
Marlon was laughing loudly and maniacally, like a foolish man.
However, just as Quentin lifted his foot, he could not take a step.
Suddenly, a sinister smile flashed across Marlon's crazed face.
Without hesitation, he seized the moment and quickly pulled the trigger.
In an instant, the bullet flew out at high speed.
The bullet flew straight towards Grace.
"Grace, watch out." Beth was the first to react.
Having witnessed Marlon's madness and experienced it firsthand, she didn't believe Marlon would let them go so easily.
So, Beth's eyes were fixed on Marlon's every move, not daring to blink.
Therefore, she noticed before Quentin did.
However, Marlon was too good at disguising himself, she was too late.
"Grace," Quentin shouted heart-wrenchingly, rushing over.
Seeing Grace tied to the rack, looking miserable, Quentin was distracted.
So he didn't notice Marlon's abnormality immediately.
Watching helplessly as the bullet flew towards Grace's head, Quentin's heart seemed to stop, motionless.
Quentin's brain couldn't think at all; only a mechanical action remained.
He rushed over, shielding her with his body. However, the distance between him and Grace was too far; how could he make it in time?
"No, Grace."
"Dodge, quickly dodge."
His cries almost shook one's soul.
But Grace's hands and feet were tied to the post by Marlon. How could she dodge?
A tear slid down Grace's cheek. She opened her lips and shouted, "Quentin, live on!"
Then, she closed her eyes in despair.
If today, she was destined to die.
She was destined to go to hell with Marlon; she accepted it.
The only thing Grace couldn't let go of was Quentin.
She wanted Quentin to live well matter who he would love or marry in the future.
As long as he lived, Grace would be satisfied.
'Quentin, even in heaven, I will guard your happiness.' She thought.
When Grace closed her eyes, she had a smile on her lips.
Because Quentin came, disregarding everything, fearlessly.
Quentin loved her very much.
That was enough!
Grace was satisfied!
However, one second, two seconds...
The gunshot had already sounded, she was prepared for everything, but the expected pain did not come.
How could it be?
Grace didn't dare to think, she trembled as she opened her eyes, shouting madly, heart-wrenchingly.
All she saw was blood.
Blood, spreading across her chest.