Chapter 17 Unsuccessful

Sandra stood there silently.
She was not sure if she should believe what Charlize said.
If she left, and Clinton would still go against her brother, then it would be more impossible for her to stop him.
Her quietness triggered Charlize. She probed to get a cup and threw it towards Sandra.
Bang!
Sandra dodged adeptly and it broke after hitting the wall.
"Bitch, talk!"
Her words were condescending with contempt.
"Why do you hesitate? You can't give up your identity as Mrs. Green. Wow, you thought Clinton would have interest in you? He took you as a miserable orphan. And now you are the sister of his rival. What do you think how he would take it??"
The sister of the rival.
Sandra was stricken by these words which were repeated in her mind.
If Clinton killed her brother, then from that day onwards, he could only be her rival, no matter from her identity or her point of view.
So, she must stop the fight with her own effort.
Sandra's eyes were shining, gazing at Charlize.
A determined coldness came to her delicate face.
She began to get closer to Charlize.
Charlize seemed to feel her ruthlessness, and sneered.
"So, dare you hurt me? If Clinton knows, he will take your cheap ... life!"
A short scream and then silence.
Sandra hit her back neck quickly and looked at her falling onto the bed.
"Really."
She murmured with eyes lowered, and then smiled faintly.
"That may not be correct."
...
In the splendidly decorated club, a gunshot sounded.
Bang!
"Ah...! Murder! Murder!"
"Help!"
The working girl and their pimp screamed to escape from the private room, together with the fat guest. Some even didn't have the time to put on their pants. Everything was in chaos.
After the chaos, a person rushed in to hide in the dark quickly.
A group of robust guys followed him immediately.
"You bastard! He won't go far, let's separate to look for him!"
They were going farther. Sweats on his forehead, Eddie covered his wound to prevent the blood leaking onto the ground.
His black shirt was soaked in the blood.
His eyes were blurring and his hand was holding the gun tightly.
Damn, he was informed that John would be here for business, but eventually it wasn't him!
It was just his substitute.
Eddie closed his eyes and try to recover his lucidity.
No, he couldn't die here.
Sandra... Sandra...
Just at that moment, it seemed that glasses falling onto ground sounded from the distance.
He became lucid immediately and looked at that direction sharply.
Then he was in a daze.
The man who was throwing the glass was still in the carefree position, looking at him, pondering.
Clinton, did he come by himself?
Or was he afraid he couldn't finish the task, so he came to put an end to it?
He realized Clinton was walking towards him. He closed his eyes, with an attitude of refusing communication.
He thought Clinton would mock him, but unexpectedly, his mobile phone rang.
Charlize?
Clinton was a bit unpleasant, but still answered.
The other side hung up very briefly.
Then his face turned extremely unpleasant.
When Eddie saw Clinton's frustration, he felt happy for no reason although he was badly wounded.
His pale lips curled up to take pleasure on his misfortune.
"What happened, uncle? Did Charlize find troubles with you?"
Clinton looked at him ruthlessly, his hand gripped the gun so tightly that his fingers turned blue and purple.
Originally, he was about to give him the car key, but then he changed his mind. Obviously, he wasn't in good mood.
"If you are still alive, go by yourself to the 5th floor. The doctor was waiting."
Then he returned to the club, while Eddie was looking at him, inexplicably.