The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1015

His handsome yet ruthless face appeared in her sight.

This was a dangerous man!

If you were to ask who was the most emotionally volatile, this guy would be the textbook definition. No one could predict what this man’s mood would be because he was laughing so heartily one second and then wasn’t. Like right now, he was looking at her, laughing in such an innocent and pitiful manner.

"Chloe, not going home is one thing, but not even saying hi when we meet, isn't that a bit too much?"

Chloe clamped her mouth shut. Truth be told, she was kind of in the wrong here.

"I..."

But before she could even speak, the man's face suddenly darkened, his brows knitted tightly. The words that came out seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth.

"If you dare say you forgot me..."

He paused, a cruel smile appearing on his face.

He drew out a black handgun from his coat with a speed that was barely visible to the naked eye.

The muzzle was aimed directly at Chloe's forehead. But almost at the same time, before anyone could react, Stanley's gun suddenly flipped upward, his elbow bent, the butt of the gun resting on the top of his head.

With a "bang"! A gunshot rang out and the waitstaff in the room screamed while crouching with their heads covered.

Stanley's eyes slowly moved, finally landing on Damon, who had already put his hand down, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and leisurely wiped his fingers.

His eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty light. Damon, however, slowly looked up. His hand-wiping action didn't stop.

"I don't like my woman being pointed at with a gun."

His voice was flat and indifferent, without any fluctuations.

"It's dangerous."

Stanley squinted his eyes, staring at Damon's calm and elegant face. After a long while, he snorted with a cold laugh.

He looked around, his men now surrounded by another group of people. He raised his eyebrows, his face not as gloomy and terrifying as before, as he played with the gun with his fingers, and finally held it in his palm.

"Not bad. Like this, you are qualified to be my romantic rival!"

Meanwhile, at Damon's side, Nate strode up, followed by Nathan, who had disappeared at some point, leisurely walking in from the door with his hands in his pockets.

He walked up to Damon, took a look at Stanley, and then laughed softly. "Wow, Damon, your romantic rival this time is pretty decent!"

Damon's calm face twitched slightly at this moment. His icy gaze casually fell on Nathan, filled with a strong murderous intent.

Nathan immediately shut his mouth.

Damon handed the handkerchief to Nate beside him and looked at Stanley again. "Am I your romantic rival or you are mine?"

Stanley twitched the corner of his mouth and turned his head to look at Nathan with a dumbfounded expression.

Nathan snorted. "Why are you looking at me like you are seeing a fool?!"

"He's your brother. So you guys are the same, right?" Stanley was implying that both Nathan and Damon were fools.

Nathan's eyes were red, and it seemed like he was about to burst into flames.

"Where's my gun!"

He didn't dare to piss off his brother, so he decided to fight fire with fire! He turned around to pull out the gun from Nate, but was hugged by Nate, who whispered, "Nathan, cool down!"

In the midst of the chaos, Ella walked to Damon's side and whispered, "Damon, you're his romantic rival, and he's yours. You're each other's romantic rivals."