Chapter 917 You Should Have Died with Isabella
Kelvin pushed aside the chaotic thoughts in his head, zeroing in on one clear goal: get back to The King Manor.
He hoped Penelope would stay asleep until morning.
He didn't want her to know what went down tonight.
When she woke up, she'd see the same old master bedroom, the same curtains, the same everything.
She wouldn't have a clue about tonight.
Kelvin wanted to keep it that way. He didn't want Penelope waking up now.
After carefully dressing Penelope, Kelvin finally looked up, his eyes coldly locking onto Brandon.
Brandon had managed to sit up, leaning against the wall, clutching his chest, a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
He wiped it away and looked at Kelvin.
"What's happening?" Brandon asked.
Kelvin's anger flared at Brandon's act.
"Cut the crap!" Kelvin's voice was dangerously low. "Penelope's still out cold. Who are you trying to fool? Me?"
"Mr. Davis, I don't get what you're saying."
"What's the point of this Oscar-worthy performance?" Kelvin shot back. "You think I don't know what's up? Do you think I'm clueless about who you are? We both know the score here!"
Brandon stared at him. "I honestly don't know what happened, why I'm here, or what went down with Penelope."
Brandon's upper body was bare, with several scratch marks on his back.
They looked like the kind of marks a woman might leave in the heat of the moment.
Brandon glanced at his body, then at the clothes on the floor, and finally at Penelope in Kelvin's arms.
He was about to say something when Kelvin suddenly pulled out a gun and pointed it straight at him.
Brandon's eyes widened; it was a gun!
Kelvin wanted him dead!
At this point, Brandon wasn't as scared as he might have been.
He had to keep up the act, keep the performance going until he believed it himself. Only then could he make others believe it too.
He wouldn't say a single word that could harm him, even if Kelvin had figured it out.
Besides, Brandon knew Kelvin couldn't kill him.
He had prepared for this, planned everything meticulously.
His actions had been rehearsed countless times, with multiple scenarios considered. No matter what happened, it was within his plan.
Including what to do when Kelvin showed up in a hurry, he had a plan for that, too.
And when the bodyguards stormed into Paul and Thessaly's room, Brandon had already put his plan into action.
"Kelvin," Brandon slowly stood up, "Are you gonna kill me?"
"You deserve to die! Maybe you should've died with Isabella!"
From the moment Isabella died, Brandon was no longer Brandon.
He had completely changed.
"If Penelope heard you say that, she'd be devastated," Brandon smirked. "She wants to be friends with me for life. She trusts me so much, yet you curse me so viciously!"
Kelvin's hand, gripping the delicate handgun, was steady.
He had been shaking uncontrollably while opening the door, dressing Penelope, and holding her.
But now, as he aimed the gun at Brandon's forehead, he was perfectly still.
If he pulled the trigger, Brandon would be gone.
"I should've never let you go," Kelvin said coldly. "I cared too much about Penelope's feelings, and that gave you this chance! Brandon, not only do you deserve to die, but the entire Walker family and The Walker Corporation will pay dearly for what you did tonight!"
"Yeah, tonight, Penelope and I..."
Brandon deliberately left the sentence hanging.
Kelvin's veins bulged, his eyes blazing with fury.
This was his pain!
And Brandon was exploiting it mercilessly!
"I deserve to die, I do. Kelvin, Penelope is your wife, the mother of Sam and Lucy, yet tonight she slept with me," Brandon said. "I don't know how it happened, but when I woke up, this was the situation."
"I get your anger. I wronged you, and I wronged Penelope, but I didn't want this to happen." He continued.
"Shut up!" Kelvin growled through clenched teeth.
"Go ahead, kill me," Brandon taunted. "Just a slight movement of your finger, and it'll all be over. Your anger, your hatred, will all vanish."
"While Penelope is still asleep, while she knows nothing. When she wakes up, whatever happened, whatever she went through, will come from your mouth, from you telling her."
"Kelvin, you can spin the most beautiful lie about tonight's events and my death!"
Brandon's voice was loud, and the poor soundproofing meant everyone outside could hear.
But no one made a sound, no one showed any emotion. They were like lifeless wooden figures.
"Fine," Kelvin said. "Since you insist, Brandon, I'll grant your wish!"
As Kelvin's words fell, his finger began to curl.
Brandon stared at the dark, deadly barrel, knowing that the next second it would take his life.
But at that moment, a soft hand gently touched Kelvin's wrist.
"Don't,"
Kelvin's hand trembled.
Then, a loud gunshot shattered the silence of the night!
The sound was deafening!
Everyone in the building heard it, and it was clear within a mile radius!
After the gunshot, there was a deathly silence.
Kelvin looked down at Penelope in his arms, meeting her clear but reddened eyes.
At that moment, Kelvin's heart ached so much he could barely breathe.
Penelope had woken up.
How could she wake up now?
What to do!
Kelvin was frantic, fumbling, but helpless.
Against Brandon's meticulous planning, he was powerless!
He hadn't expected everything to unfold so quickly!
And Brandon remained in his original spot, unmoving.
The bullet had grazed his ear, shattering the window glass, which was still falling in tiny shards.
One drop, two drops, three drops...
Bright red blood slowly dripped from Brandon's earlobe.
It had missed.
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