CHAPTER 840: CHAPTER 839

He never saw it coming, that the girl would actually pull the trigger.

"Missed." Rosemary pressed the barrel of the gun against Steward’s temple once more, "This time, it’s for real."

A collective gasp filled the room as everyone instinctively stepped back. They believed that this girl might actually pull the trigger on Steward.

Horace thought he saw a glimmer of hope. He never expected the boss to turn the tables with such ease. Just when he thought they could make a clean getaway, someone made a move, charging at

Rosemary with lightning speed.

"Boss, watch out!" Before Horace could finish his warning, he saw a dashing rogue exchange blows with the boss. Their agility matched each other’s, making the fight seem more thrilling than a Hollywood

action flick.

Steward hadn’t expected Sean to come to his rescue. He touched his temple, relieved his life was spared.

Sean’s skills were unmatched; few in the world could stand against him! Now, the missy was in for a world of trouble! It was better to let her learn that there was always a bigger fish. Let’s see if she dared

to be so bold in the future. Oh, wait, with Sean, there might not be a future.

Rosemary’s fist connected with Sean’s chest, and she could feel him stagger. Was he injured? Sean hadn’t expected such power and precision from a slip of a girl, especially one so nimble. She was

definitely not one’s average girl-next-door.

They clashed again, and soon Sean’s strong forearm landed on the girl’s back. Rosemary stumbled at the hit.

"Boss." Horace could hear the impact. It must’ve hurt. This damn man, had he never heard of chivalry?

To strike his boss in the back.

Rosemary didn’t expect this man to actually land a hit on her. She gave a cold smirk and launched another attack. Sean’s interest was piqued, "Who are you, really?"

To escape the Demon Ring unscathed, to be a speed demon on wheels, and to have such fighting skills. Had his girl to be from some organization? No ordinary family would have a daughter with such prowess and courage.

"Your worst nightmare," Rosemary shot back, landing another kick to his solid abs. Clearly, the man worked out; those were some serious muscles.

"What’s on your mind?" Sean teased with a crooked smile, "Thinking about my abs?"

Everyone was rendered speechless. What just happened? Why did Sean suddenly sound like a thug?!

Rosemary didn’t miss a beat, striking his chest again, and Sean’s face twisted in pain. He hadn’t expected her to be so ruthless.

Meanwhile, Steward and Horace were also trading blows, and the others were scrambling to get to Sam. Rosemary tried to help, but Sean was blocking her way.

In the chaos, a shout rang out, "Sean, Sam’s dead!"

All action ceased, and heads turned. Rosemary rushed to Sam’s side with incredible speed. Steward tried to stop her from touching the body, but Horace knocked his hand away.

"Our boss knows medicine. What do you know, huh? Step aside!"

Steward had never been humiliated like this by a subordinate, "What does knowing medicine have to do with it? Someone shot him. Go after them. I’ll take him to a doctor."

"He’s been shot in the abdomen. It’s not a fatal wound, but the bullet was poisoned. He’s beyond saving."

Her words left Steward speechless. Even though she was clearly addressing Horace, Steward couldn’t help but retort, "Nonsense, he’s still breathing."

His chest was still heaving with labored breaths. Steward glanced at Sean, "Sean, I’m gonna rush him to the ER."

Sean nodded in agreement.

Horace stepped in front of Steward, hesitating whether to ask if they should take the man down. After all, this guy was their only lead at the moment.

"No need, he’s a goner. That’s a deadly stuff," Rosemary stated without the slightest intention of initiating a rescue.

The group looked at her skeptically. Could she really determine the poison just by looking at the wound? That seemed far-fetched. But if it wasn’t possible, why would she suddenly give up on Sam,

whom she had been so eager to acquire?

"Pull out."

At Rosemary’s command, Horace immediately dropped a smoke bomb.

"Not this trick again!" Steward, seasoned from years in the field, had never seen such a smoke bomb -thick smoke that hung in the air, and a whiff that left him dizzy for seconds, unable to control his limbs.

Sean reached out on instinct but only managed to grab one of his own men. Rosemary had been right there a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, she was gone.

When the smoke finally cleared, Rosemary and Horace had vanished without a trace. They’d been slipped away from them once again. Sean’s lips curled into a cold smile, his interest piqued, "Find them."

This time, he’d take the lead in the pursuit!

Timothy was just stepping out of the auction, only to see Rosemary and an unfamiliar guy hopping into a car, speeding away from the scene as if their lives depended on it.

Meanwhile, Sean and his crew were hot on their trail.

Suddenly, it all clicked for Timothy. Without a second thought for the royal necklace he’d just won at the auction, he stepped forward and said, "Sean, are you after that racer girl? The one from the Light Fleet?"

"You’ve seen her?" Sean’s gaze fixed on him, "Which way did she go?"

"I let her go." Timothy mustered his courage in the face of Sean’s intimidating entourage, "She’s my girlfriend. I’d appreciate it, Sean, if you could cut her some slack."

"Your girlfriend?" Sean sized up Timothy. Since when did this guy have a girlfriend?

With the exquisite box in his hand, Timothy opened it, "This is the necklace I won for her at the auction.She really is my girlfriend; why else would I bid on this thing?"

He wasn’t one to play the field, a well-behaved gentleman at heart - a fact well-known in their circles.

Timothy had once done Sean a solid favor, so this time, Sean didn’t pursue further, considering it a repayment of the debt.

"I’ll let her off the hook tonight, but her luck runs out tomorrow," with that, he and his men turned and walked away.

Timothy breathed a sigh of relief and quickly ordered his people to track down the girl’s whereabouts.

He had to warn her about the danger she was in! If she could trust him, he would protect her.

En route to the doctor with Sam, Steward watched as Sam trembled violently, seemingly on the brink.

"Hang in there!" Steward urged, "You wanna die or something? Didn’t you hear? You’re poisoned with something lethal. Just tell me the truth about that fire years ago, and Sean will get the best doctors in

the world to save you! We’ll pull you through! Sean knows a whole roster of top-notch docs!! Two are already waiting at the house, just hang on for five more minutes, just five."

Suddenly, Sam clutched Steward’s hand, shaking uncontrollably.

"Stop shaking, man, just tell me who was it? If the docs at the house can’t save you, there are others;just spill everything you know," Steward leaned in to listen.