Just as Alvina finished speaking, he heard a gunshot coming from outside the door, frightened and hurriedly covered her ears. Unfortunately, this door was reinforced and it had been specially treated so that the bullet couldn't penetrate it. The man seemed to have gone crazy. He grabbed a chair and threw it towards the door. However, the moment he raised the chair up, a bodyguard rushed in and shot him in the back.
"Put the chair down." He took another shot in the arm with the gun, and the bodyguard scolded him in a cold voice.
"Hoh, the damn woman isn't dead, but I can't live. Whatever, I'm going to die anyway." Saying that, the man took his gun and shot himself in the head.
Blood spurted out and his body fell to the ground.
At this time, urgent footsteps came from the corridor leading to the Walk Outside. Not long later, Joseph Grant led a group of people and stood at the door.
"Alvina!" He shouted in panic.
At that moment, the door to the lounge was opened. A petite figure rushed out.
"Alvina." The man passed through the crowd and hugged her tightly. His lips pressed tightly against her forehead for a long time before his heartbeat finally calmed down.
Warren Hilton had already ordered someone to protect the scene. He squatted down to inspect the place, then exchanged a glance with Joseph Grant.
"Clean this place up." The murderer had already committed suicide on the spot, so even if Joseph Grant wanted to investigate, it was impossible for him to get anything out of a dead person's mouth. And since he came with the determination to die, then he definitely wouldn't reveal any flaws.
The human heart was sinister, but the human nature was fragile. When someone held onto the very life of one's loved ones and used their life to exchange for their safety, that was the most helpless and helpless choice. Joseph Grant hugged Alvina, and used his large body to cover that ice—cold corpse, not wanting to let her take another look at it.
"Alvina, how did you escape in there?" Joseph Grant's voice was low and trembling.
Alvina said angrily: "I suspected him when he was outside the door just now, but when I wanted to speak, he came in. I was so scared that I was half dead."
"How did you suspect him?" Joseph Grant praised her as he asked with a look of pleasant surprise.
Alvina pursed her lips: "He said that you asked him to send me a cup of coffee, but you know that I don't drink it. I am allergic to coffee, and I also can't stand the bitter taste, the last time you gave me a cup of tea, I didn't even drink it, how could you let him give this to me? "
"Alvina, it's a good habit for you to observe subtlety, and also be able to save your life at critical moments. In the future, you must also carry this skeptical attitude toward strangers, do you understand?" When Joseph Grant heard her cry for help, his heart practically stopped in his tracks. Fortunately, the conference room he was in wasn't too far away from here, so he was able to make it here in time.
"To be honest, I'm really scared." Alvina's body was still trembling, the gunshot from before scared her to the point of squatting in a corner and shivering.
"It's okay, don't be afraid." Joseph Grant kissed her forehead, consoling her with a soft voice.
It was only then that Alvina realized the terror of war. He could also understand why Joseph Grant didn't want to have an open relationship with her back then, because there were too many people who wanted to obtain Joseph Grant's weakness.
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