Hannah’s sudden exclamation caused the two men to cease their actions, their guns now aimed at Grace.
“Hannah! Escape now, don’t worry about me!”
Even when faced with the Looming threat of being thrown into the sea, terror coursing through her, Grace still managed to cry out these words, filled with heartbreaking desperation.
The two men dressed in black suits relinquished their grip on Grace.
One of them slowly lowered his hand, the muzzle of his gun now indicating Grace’s direction.
“If you dare attempt to flee, she’ll meet her demise,” he warned.
The night breeze wafted gently, lifting a corner of Hannah’s pristine white dress, casting her figure in an exceptionally delicate silhouette beneath the night sky.
With deliberate composure, she lifted her hands, her gaze locked unwaveringly on the two men.
“If you require a hostage, I believe I would be a more fitting choice than her.”
“But she’s Bryson’s sister, what are you in comparison?”
“You’ve been playing a dangerous game, pretending to threaten Miss Mitchell only when you saw someone approaching.” Confronting the gun barrels pointed at her, Hannah proceeded with measured steps toward the two men.
“You know that Mr. Mitchell cherishes his sister above all. If any harm befalls her, it won’t just be your loss. Those who orchestrated this will suffer!”
One of the men angrily gestured his firearm toward Hannah.
“What use do we have for you?”
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Hannah halted, positioning herself a mere ten paces from them.
“I am Miss Mitchell’s primary physician; Mr. Mitchell relies on me. Holding me as a hostage would not be to your detriment.”
“Why should we trust a woman’s words?”
Then, suddenly, a gunshot pierced the air!
The man in front of Hannah felt his wristwatch tumble in response.
Startled and disoriented, the two men swung their weapons toward the source of the shot.
“Who?! Who in the world fired that shot?!”
Hannah, taken aback, turned her head and beheld Bryson, standing tall with a gun in hand, not far from her.
Bryson’s profound eyes exuded an icy chill. After discharging that gunshot, he stooped, gently placing his firearm on the ground, and extended his arms to demonstrate his lack of weaponry.
Only then did he commence a resolute advance, moving steadily in the direction of Hannah.