Chapter 173

Mrs. Preston flung a water bottle at my face, but it was intercepted in mid-air by a flying bullet, shattering it to pieces. The shot was so precise it left me completely unharmed while a shard cut across Simon's cheek. For the first time, fear flashed in Mrs. Preston's eyes. Perhaps it was only then that she realized why Simon was so wary. Such flawless sniper skills could end her life at any moment. I looked coldly at Mrs. Preston's retreating figure before turning to leave with Helen. After walking some distance, we stopped and looked back. I saw two figures, one tall and one short, standing still in the rain. Simon held the umbrella, tilting it toward Mrs. Preston. We turned our gaze away and continued walking. Each step we made sent water splashing on the ground. Helen asked, "Why did you insist on Lily delivering the money?" I stopped in my tracks, my gaze fixed ahead. Helen followed my gaze. In front of us, a man with a golf bag slung over his shoulder stood at the foot