Filed to story: Billionaire Bride’s Revenge (Vera & Howard)
Vera explained everything clearly, detailing the events from the start of the incident to the moment they discovered the department head dead today. The police diligently recorded every word she said, their questioning methodical.
“Was your conflict with her really that minor? Did you notice anything unusual about her?”
Vera paused for a moment to think, then shook her head. “No. Everything seemed normal.”
The officer leaned in slightly. “Then why would she purposely hide evidence against you in her hand?”
Vera frowned, genuinely puzzled. “I think someone’s trying to frame me.”
Suddenly, she recalled the chubby woman with glasses and quickly brought up her odd behavior. Throughout the ordeal, that woman seemed intent on influencing everyone’s thoughts. As soon as they arrived at the office, she had loudly claimed that Vera was definitely deeply involved. But Vera couldn’t figure out why. There had been bad blood between them, so what could possibly motivate that woman to target her like this?
The officer nodded, pausing to remind her, “All right, I’ve noted everything you said. We’ll investigate thoroughly. For now, you’re still a suspect, so you must be available for further questioning and under residence surveillance whenever necessary.”
“Okay,” Vera responded quietly.
By the time they wrapped up the standard procedures, evening was approaching. After that, Vera was allowed to leave.
Outside, a black Cayenne waited, parked near the entrance of the station. The rear window lowered, revealing Victor’s stern face. Vera’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Mr. Adams, why are you here?”
“This happened in my company. It shouldn’t involve you,” Victor replied calmly, though he kept his deeper concerns hidden.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that this situation wasn’t just about Vera-it might be aimed at him.
For years, the Adams Group had controlled two-thirds of the capital’s economic power, making Victor a target for countless people who wished him harm. He had faced all sorts of ruthless attacks. To his detractors, a human life meant nothing.
Vera sighed, feeling a deep weariness in both her body and mind. “I still can’t figure out how I got involved in all this.”
Victor, showing concern, opened the car door. “I’ll find out what’s going on and get you answers. For now, just get in.”
Vera nodded and got into the car.
She tried to think of who might be behind this, but every possibility she considered didn’t add up. The scene involved a gunshot, but there was no sound of it, meaning the shooter must have used a silencer. For someone to sneak into the Adams Group and commit murder without being noticed, they had to be far from ordinary.
Today, Samuel was driving as usual, with Victor and Vera seated quietly in the back seat.
Vera stared out of the window, lost in thought, while the back of the car remained silent.
Samuel, hands on the steering wheel, mumbled something to himself.
Having worked for Victor for almost ten years, he had never seen Victor show such special care and kindness toward anyone-especially not by picking someone up from the police station just to drive them home. As he was lost in thought, a truck suddenly swerved toward them, barreling directly into their path. In the blink of an eye, a deafening crash erupted.
The car crash was sudden, throwing Vera nearly out of the vehicle. Before they could react, a group of armed men rushed down from an opposing truck, aiming their weapons directly at them.
Bang! Bang!
Gunfire rang out, with shell casings scattering across the ground.
“Get down!” Victor shouted, pulling Vera close and swiftly grabbing a handgun from the glove compartment. Samuel also armed himself and dialed for backup at the same time.
This was Vera’s first encounter with such violence, and her complexion turned ghostly pale. Thankfully, Victor’s car was bulletproof, offering them some protection until help arrived.
But the attackers seemed to know about the car’s modifications. Soon, several assailants smashed the windshield with their gun butts and charged toward them.
Victor quickly exited the car, taking down one assailant as he opened the door. He grabbed Vera’s hand, pulling her out and using the car as cover. Behind it, Victor, Vera, and Samuel shielded themselves, returning fire whenever they could. Victor’s shots were decisive and rapid.
The air was thick with the scent of blood and gunpowder.
Vera, weaponless and tense, could only watch as the fight unfolded.
Despite Victor’s and Samuel’s sharpshooting, they were outnumbered and outgunned. Their adversaries wielded automatic rifles, while they only had simple revolvers. Under the relentless assault, they couldn’t even risk peeking out from their cover.
Victor pulled Vera close, shielding her with his body, and whispered urgently, “If there’s a chance, run and don’t look back.”
Vera, her lips pressed tightly together, understood that staying would only hinder them. She nodded, ready to flee at the first opportunity.
Samuel, witnessing this, was both concerned and perplexed by Victor’s protectiveness. It was clear Victor would take a bullet for her. Just then, the dire situation escalated as an enemy gunman took aim at them from a distance.
At the moment the opponent raised their gun, Victor shouted a warning.
“Watch out!”
The assailant fired quickly, aiming straight at Vera, who had no time to react.
In a panic, Victor instinctively stepped in front of her, absorbing the bullet meant for her.
Vera heard Victor grunt, then felt warm blood seeping from his chest. Her expression froze in shock and fear.
“Victor!” she cried out.
“Mr. Adams!” Samuel shouted, panic rising in his voice.
Holding onto Victor, Vera was overwhelmed by his act of selflessness. Given the circumstances, Victor could have moved out of the way, but he chose to protect her instead.
Victor’s complexion turned pale, and he struggled to suppress the blood in his mouth.
With Victor injured, the attackers intensified their assault. However, just as the situation seemed dire, over a hundred heavily armed elite gunmen arrived, swiftly intervening and overpowering the attackers. The adversaries’ confidence waned instantly as Victor’s reinforcements turned the tide.
Seeing her chance, Vera helped Victor up, supporting much of his weight.
“Victor, hold on. We’re getting you to a hospital,” she said, her voice shaking with urgency.
Samuel quickly assisted, and together they rushed Victor to the nearest hospital.
In the car, Vera noticed her hands were covered in Victor’s blood, a stark reminder of his sacrifice. Victor, though in severe pain, remained conscious and silent, bearing his suffering stoically.
Overwhelmed by guilt, Vera questioned, “Why would you do that? Why take a bullet for me?”
Victor, eyes closed, managed to reply calmly, “It was aimed at me. I couldn’t let you get hurt on my account.”
Upon reaching the hospital, Victor was immediately taken into surgery to remove the bullet.
Vera and Samuel waited anxiously in the corridor, haunted by the day’s violent events.
As they stood there, Vera couldn’t help but feel responsible for Victor’s injury.