CHAPTER 867: CHAPTER 866

Martha was definitely worried that this would pass into the Collins family, which would do no good for her and Serena. So, she reached out her hands and snatched for it.

Rosemary smacked Martha’s cheek, and then quickly punched on her nose. Serena helplessly watched,as blood trickled from Martha’s nose. She barely let out a scream when Rosemary kicked Martha away into a pillar.

Martha’s back hit the pillar with a thud, and she then slid to the floor. But at the sight of the little tiara on Rosemary’s hair bend, she shot a look to her henchmen, and in no time, seven or eight of them charged

in.

But Rosemary wasn’t even fazed by these goons. Within seconds, they were sprawled on the ground, defeated.

She advanced toward Martha again.

Serena again, watched helplessly as Rosemary kicked Martha in the head and chest.

"Stop, Rosemary, please stop."

When Martha was smitten to the ground, coughing up blood, Serena’s eyes welled up with tears.

But Rosemary didn’t go soft. She kicked Martha away to the pillar again, like she was kicking off the trash.

Once more Martha was hit to the pillar, and a fresh wave of blood spilled from her mouth.

Still, as if unwilling to throw in the towel, she struggled to her feet, but only to receive another kick from Rosemary on the face and stomach. She was knocked into the air, crashing into the wooden table, which was shattered into pieces.

"Martha, get out of here." Serena cried out, choked with tears. "Stop fighting, you can’t beat her."

Somewhere along the line, Steward’s men had made it upstairs, firing at Martha’s henchmen.

Martha wiped the blood from her lips, still wanting to make one last stand.

As she lunged for Rosemary, and reached for her hair bend.

In a flash, Horace kicked one of Martha’s thugs so hard that he flew into her, and they both went tumbling down the stairs.

Serena widened her eyes, stunned, unable to believe what she was witnessing.

Just now.

Martha, who had doted on her for eighteen years, had fallen down the stairs?

Serena’s eyes bugged out, her mind was blank. And it was after quite a while that she caught on Martha’s death.

Martha, who had cared for her for eighteen years with genuine affection, was dead.

"That bitch got off too easy dying like that!"

Coming from her ears was the mutter from one of Rosemary’s underlings.

Serena couldn’t believe it. Tears streamed down her face like pearls scattering from a snapped strand of necklace. Was it Rosemary’s people who killed Martha? Or was it Rosemary herself?

Rosemary or her goons couldn’t be seen from her angle.

She only saw Martha trying to stand up, and trying to rush in a certain direction.

Then someone flew in, knocking Martha down the stairs.

It had to be Rosemary!

It had to be Rosemary taking the opportunity to kill Martha!

Serena was both tense and angry, a low sob escaped her throat, which then turned into a loud, anguished scream.

"Rosemary, you murderous fiend, you killed Martha! You vile, despicable woman."

Ah...

Her Martha was dead!

DEAD!

Horace, who was not far off, brought down a few more thugs and kicked the cellphone on the ground down the stairs.

The screen was shattered.

The video call was cut off automatically.

"What is she making a fuss about," Horace didn’t pay any attention to the scream. But when he saw Steward leading a group upstairs, he felt a bit worried, "Boss Rose, why are they here? It looks like they’re on the warpath."

Steward and his crew stormed up. When Steward saw Rosemary and her entourage still alive, both standing on the edge of the 18th floor, he was wild with joy.

Their Ms. Collins was still alive! She was alive and kicking!

At the same time. Sean had been scouring the ground floor but found no trace of his little sister’s body.

Suddenly, two figures plummeted from above—one was a nobody, the other, to his surprise, was Martha.

Why on earth was Martha here?

He barely had time to ponder when a cellphone came hurtling down from the above. If he didn’t dodge in time, he would receive a nasty blow to the head.

Who’s the jackass throwing stuff from up high?

Looking for trouble?

Despite the broken limbs of Martha, one could at least tell that it was a person who had fallen from above.

But his little sister was nowhere to be seen.

Just then, his phone began to ring—a call from Steward.

"Sean, get up here! She’s alive."

Upon hearing this, Sean bolted upstairs.

Horace, uncertain about the intentions of the newcomers—whether they were friends or foes, only saw Steward showing a gleam of predatory pleasure seeing Boss Rose.

Were they here to take him and his Boss?

"Even if we lowballed them for their island, they wouldn’t chase us to the ends of the earth, would they?"

Horace sliced open the belly of one of Martha’s goons and sent another assailant flying with a swift kick.

He turned to Rosemary, "Boss, have you noticed? The folks Sean’s after and the ones we were seeking for seem to be the same. First Sam, now Viper. Could it be that they followed the Viper’s trail from the

club to here?"

Horace floored two more attackers and cast a worried glance at Rosemary. "The Viper’s been offed by Martha’s people. If Sean didn’t find him, he won’t pin the blame on us, will he? Remember the

underground fight club? We cost them Sam, and their man said that they would skin us alive. Should we make a run for it now?"

Before he finished talking, one of Martha’s henchmen pressed a switch.

In an instant, the who building rang with relentless beeping.

Horace had sharp eyes. He immediately spotted that timed bombs were placed throughout the floor at some point.

Now there started a one-minute countdown.

Rosemary saw it too. "Retreat!"

Because the incomplete building had no elevators, descending from the 18th floor would take considerable time.

At that time, Sean finally reached the 18th floor. Seeing his sister unscathed, his heart lightened with relief, yet his voice was still restrained, "You’re alive?"

Rosemary was perplexed. How eagerly was this person waiting for her to die?

Horace also heard Sean’s words. This man was sure enough gunning for them, wishing for their death.

"Sean, they’ve triggered a bomb. There’s only less than fifty seconds left, we need to move."

If Martha’s bombs went off, it would surely set off Steward’s explosives rigged throughout the building.

The ensuing devastation was conceivable.

Sean quickly grabbed Rosemary’s hand. "Come with me."

"What are you doing? Get your hands off Rose!" Horace kicked him.

Rosemary took the chance to fight back, and Sean stepped backward. "I won’t hurt you."

"There’s no time left! MOVE!" Steward hadn’t finished off the remaining goons and yelled, "Get out—NOW!"

Time was ticking away.

In that critical moment, Sean saw several bullets streaking towards Rosemary’s back from different directions.