Chapter 225

Just when Rose thought she was finally in the clear, a gunshot suddenly cracked through the air by her ear. The bullet sliced through the silence, the shock of it leaving her ears ringing. “Bang!” The shot landed on the floor a few meters from her, shattering a tile and sending dust flying. Her face drained of color as she turned sharply. When she saw who was standing there, her pupils shrank sharply. “M-Mr. Ellington…” she stammered, voice barely a whisper. Prescott Ellington stood ten meters away at the basement exit. His tall figure was sharp-edged with coldness, his dark eyes narrowed on her like a blade. “Not bad,” he said icily. “You’ve been hiding in the estate this long and no one realized you were a mole.” “I-I can explain…” Rose’s eyes darted nervously, trying to form an excuse. But— “Bang!” Another shot rang out—this one much closer, slamming straight into her right leg. She screamed, collapsing to the ground. Her face turned ghostly pale from the pain. The facade dropped. H