Chapter 689

"M-Mr. Warner, I was wrong!" Mike, who had started as very arrogant, now trembled in fear without any hint of intoxication. Bradley coldly pulled the trigger, and Mike turned pale, his forehead drenched in cold sweat. Another gunshot rang out, hitting Mike's other leg. "Mr. Warner..." Sally was terrified and pale as she rushed over, humbly begging. Bradley pointed the rifle at Sally's forehead and spoke coldly. "Leave." Sally tremblingly closed her eyes, expecting a bullet, but it struck Mike's arm instead. Bradley's eyes were ruthlessly. Mike was in agonizing pain, nearly passing out. Bradley watched his struggles and aimed the rifle at his other arm, firing it four times. Mike eventually lost consciousness. "Clean the floor properly," Bradley ordered. Sally nodded frantically. "Yes, sir." With the rifle in hand, Bradley stepped on the bloody floor and slowly approached the crystal coffin. He pressed a button on the remote, and its lid rose. "Esther." Esther t