Chapter 754 Shot
The person who took a bullet for Grace and fell to the ground was Beth.
This was unexpected by everyone.
Grace struggled desperately, shouting angrily. She wanted to go over and hold Beth, she wanted to save Beth.
However, Marlon had already gone mad.
Seeing that he hadn't hit Grace, he fired a second shot without hesitation.
"Grace, die!" Marlon shouted with all his might, filled with extreme hatred.
"Grace."
Quentin's tall figure rushed over.
At that moment, the only sound in the collapsing factory was that of bullets.
As Quentin pounced towards Grace, he gritted his teeth and ordered, "Leave Marlon alive."
So, all the bullets were aimed at Marlon's arms and legs, perfectly avoiding the vital areas.
One bullet after another was fired at Marlon.
But no matter how many bullets were fired, they couldn't stop the one in Marlon's hand from being aimed at Grace.
"Quentin, no."
Grace shouted with all her might, heartbroken.
She shook her head desperately.
However, it was too late.
That bullet flew straight into Quentin's body.
His tall figure instantly fell to the ground.
People at the door rushed over and untied the ropes from her.
Grace rushed over, trembling as she held Quentin on the ground.
Her hand fell on his face, gently stroking it, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Quentin, no, don't..."
"I beg you, don't die."
"Hold on, the ambulance is on its way."
As soon as she finished speaking, she crawled over to hold Beth.
"Beth, why did you save me? Are you stupid?"
Grace roared, unable to hold back anymore, tears streaming down her face.
"You finally got rid of that scumbag Marlon, you were about to have a bright and beautiful future. It wasn't worth it, you shouldn't have taken the bullet for me."
Beth opened her lips but smiled happily.
"Thank you, Grace."
"Although I used to hate you, spending time with you recently has completely changed my opinion of you."
"Since entering the entertainment industry, I know many people have cursed me behind my back. They mocked me, despised me, and looked down on me from the bottom of their hearts. But only you, you not only helped me without holding a grudge, but also gave me a chance to start over."
"I'm very satisfied, really."
"I know Marlon too well. He wouldn't let me go. Rather than being tortured by him in the future, I'd rather end it with him today."
Beth's voice was getting weaker and weaker.
It was clear she was holding on with her last breath.
Grace's heart was breaking down.
On her left and right, both were people who got injured taking bullets for her.
Emotionally, she was more worried about Quentin, the man she loved.
Quentin was someone Grace would rather sacrifice her life to let him live well.
But rationally and morally, Grace had to lean towards Beth.
Beth was shot in the heart.
Beth's blood was all over the place, and everyone knew that her life couldn't be saved.
Moreover, Beth had been holding on, her voice getting weaker and weaker.
Beth said, "Grace, it's such a pity. If I had understood your character earlier, I would have definitely become friends with you."
"I..." Beth took a long breath, speaking intermittently, "I have one last wish, can you help me with it?"
"Okay, tell me, I will definitely help you."
"I mentioned before, my mom has been a long-term victim of domestic violence. Please save her."
After speaking, Beth spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Beth, I promise you, I will definitely save your mother, don't worry!"
Hearing the last sentence, a smile suddenly appeared on Beth's lips, one of relief and joy.
Then, her eyes remained wide open.
Her hands fell powerlessly.
"Beth."
Grace held Beth, almost shouting in a lost voice.
But no matter how sad or upset she was, it couldn't change the outcome.
"Beth, thank you!"
Grace mourned beside her.
Finally, Grace reached out and gently closed Beth's eyes.
"Rest assured, since I promised, I will keep my word."
"Remembering to love yourself well, finding a man who can stay with you for life, and don't be deceived by scumbags again."
After laying Beth down, Grace immediately ran to Quentin, anxiously holding him.
Quentin's wound had already been bandaged by his men.
But he was still unconscious, blood flowing.
His face was so calm, without a trace of blood, very pale.
This was a Quentin Grace had never seen before, Quentin weak, powerless, so close to death.
She was very scared.
She didn't even dare to touch his breath with her hand.
"Quentin, wake up."
"I beg you, don't die, okay?"
"You promised to protect me. If you die, what will I do?"
She didn't dare to touch his wound, afraid it would hurt him.
So she could only shout.
"Wake up, don't sleep."
"Quentin, I forbid you to sleep, do you hear me?"
Perhaps Grace's voice was too loud, too noisy, or maybe her emotions were too sorrowful.
Finally, Quentin gently opened his eyes.
"Fool, I'm fine, why are you crying?"
"Even if you really want to cry, wait until the doctor declares me beyond..."
Quentin's words were cut off by Grace's scolding, "Shut up, don't say that."
"Quentin, I'm warning you, you're not allowed to talk nonsense."
"You're not allowed to say you'll die."
Seeing her cry so sadly, he couldn't bear it.
He struggled to lift his hand, his fingers stopping on her cheek, gently stroking, his gaze as gentle as ever.
"Okay, I won't say that."
"Hold on, the ambulance is almost here, you'll be fine."
Quentin nodded, "Okay, I believe you."
After speaking, he frowned, enduring the pain in his body, freeing a hand to carefully search inside his suit.
Because of the movement of his arm, Quentin's wound was pulled, causing tearing pain.
But he didn't stop.
Grace watched, heartbroken.
"Quentin, what are you looking for? Let me help you."
"No, everything else can be done by others, but I must find this myself." He smiled, gently refusing.
Then he remembered, he had already put it in his pocket when he left the house.
But he had changed his clothes at the last minute.
So the item was at home, not in his pocket.
This was really too regrettable.
Suddenly, he saw something, his eyes lit up.
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