Chapter 428 The Crossfire
Besides that man, there were many other wealthy heirs with eyes only for Jane. Everyone seemed to think Jane was better than her, except Ken.
Watching Jane, the radiant center of attention who stole her future, was enough to blind anyone with envy.
Alice's mind was consumed by only one thing: to dethrone her and reclaim everything that should have been hers.
Little did she know.
Thirty years on, Jane was nothing but dust, yet her daughter had become the thorn in Alice's side!
But that was okay.
Three decades earlier, Alice had stripped Jane of everything, driving her to commit suicide. She was confident she could do away with her daughter just the same.
Her hatred peaked at that very moment.
Those beautiful eyes, void of emotion, suddenly shifted towards her.
Alice's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly mustered a faltering smile.
But just then, Chelsea's brow furrowed in concern.
Alice felt her heart plummet.
Chelsea hung up the phone and, alongside Darwin, stood up. All eyes were on them as they made their way towards the exit.
As Chelsea approached Alice, Ken stepped in front of her, as if anticipating trouble. "What do you want?"
No sooner had he spoken than a distant explosion echoed through the air.
The onlookers, eager for a spectacle, were now seized by panic.
"Something's blown up!"
"Sounds far away; we shouldn't worry, right?"
"What's with all these incidents lately?"
Everyone was buzzing with speculation.
At the sound of the explosion, Alice's phone vibrated twice.
She glanced at it, and her lingering worries evaporated.
Jannie had been taken care of; the explosion originated from her hiding place.
"Ken, what are you doing? What could Chelsea possibly do to me?" Alice pushed past Ken and looked at Chelsea tenderly. "Chelsea, is there something you want to tell me?"
Fiona looked at the seemingly calm woman before her.
Calmness was just a facade. In her eyes, Fiona saw an undeniable challenge and smug satisfaction, as if to say: See that? I just burned another one of your cards. Aren’t you mad?
"There's nothing I want to talk to you about," Fiona said with a cold laugh, her gaze dripping with scorn as it fell upon Ken. "But to you, I do have a piece of advice—watch your back."
"The one who should watch their back is you!" Ken snapped back.
He had just felt a twinge of pity, hoping that Alice wouldn't go through with killing Chelsea.
Such defiance was not worth sparing.
"Darwin, let's go."
Fiona had no intention of staying. She took Darwin's arm and headed straight for the door.
"Don't rush."
A short distance outside, Darwin took Fiona's hand, caressing the back of her hand gently with his thumb. "Everything is under control."
Fiona nodded, "Okay."
As Fiona and Darwin were about to exit the funeral home, a red dot, hard to detect in the daylight, began targeting them slowly.
Upstairs, Ken and Alice, the couple, watched on, their faces alight with anticipation for the drama to unfold.
The certainty that Darwin and Fiona would be taken down by a sniper's bullet the moment they exited the funeral home was unsettling.
A red laser dot pinpointed their foreheads with deadly precision.
The dim light inside made the ominous red spots on their foreheads visible to each other.
"Stop the sniper now!" Ken urged frantically.
Somehow, Fiona and Darwin left the funeral home unscathed and got into the car that would take them back.
It wasn't until they were gone that the red dots targeting their foreheads disappeared.
"Find them! Find that damn sniper and riddle them with bullets!" Alice seethed with uncontrollable anger. This was her turf – every inch of it!
And yet, a sniper had infiltrated her territory and had her in their crosshairs!
What infuriated Alice even more was that, until the hitman she sent after Jannie returned, her incompetent goons hadn't managed to locate the sniper Darwin had brought with him.
"Add four bodyguards; that's seven lives." A skinny man with a raspy voice handed Alice a piece of paper with an account number. "Seven million in total."
"If not for you, I'd be hopeless with these idiots. I might as well kneel and concede defeat to Chelsea," Alice fumed.
The skinny man didn't bite at the bait; instead, he noted, "It's not that they're useless. Do you even realize who Darwin is? Even I can't guarantee that I could take him out."
Alice's expression darkened further. "You made quite a spectacle this time!"
"No choice; your mother-in-law's bodyguards were too alert, and we couldn't confront them head-on, so I used a powerful explosive," the man explained, his voice gritty.
He never seemed to shy away from acknowledging his weaknesses.
"When the fire burns out, and the police retrieve the bodies, I'll have to identify them. The thought makes me sick," Alice grumbled, her brow furrowed with disgust.
The hitman offered no comfort. "The job's done. I have work to do now."
Alice was speechless.
“Work,” according to the hitman, was cleaning at the funeral home.
"I don't get you. You must be having millions by now with the bounty you've collected through me. Why do you still do this dirty work?"
The hitman glanced at Alice. "Killing's the dirty work. Custodial work is my legitimate job."
With that, he hobbled away, his body stooped and movement sluggish.
Although he hadn't managed to eliminate Chelsea and Darwin, removing a threat and a challenger for the inheritance still left Alice feeling victorious.
However, unbeknownst to her, after hastily leaving the burial site, Fiona went straight to a private hospital.
Mike's head was wrapped in a bandage, his dark complexion now marred by a portion of charred, reddened skin.
"Chelsea!" Mike struggled to his feet. Fiona noticed his arm was also in a sling.
"How many did we lose?" Fiona asked, her voice grave.
Mike stood tall with pride sparkling in his eyes. "Everyone's alive!"
"That's a relief," Fiona exhaled, her expression softening. "What are you doing sitting here, then? Aren’t there any beds left? Go lie down!"
"It’s just a scratch..."
Before he could finish, Fiona's finger jabbed his arm.
A sharp pain made Mike nearly buckle to his knees. He ended up being wheeled into a hospital room.
"Chelsea, those three—the mother and kids—are in the ICU," Mike informed.
"Alright, get some rest," Fiona replied, then left the room. On her way out, she glanced back at Darwin. "What's up with you?"
Ever since the incident, Darwin seemed to carry a lingering gloom in his demeanor.
"My injury stings a bit, that's all," Darwin said, but his face didn't match his casual words.
Fiona pondered for a moment.
"You're not jealous of Mike, are you?"
Darwin averted his gaze, remaining silent.
Obviously.
Fiona had hit the nail on the head.
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