Chapter 118: You Dare Shoot Me?

“Jeremiah, you need to let go! You’re going to choke her to death! Once she’s gone, your criminal evidence will be exposed for the entire world to see, and then you’ll be done for!” Layla cried anxiously.

Jeremiah abruptly let Raylee go. He had been so close to strangling her to death! Her neck was so slender and delicate that he could easily grab it with just one hand. Observing the fear in Raylee’s blown pupils, he realized just how fragile this woman’s life was. She was but a mere adopted daughter, yet she dared to flaunt her power in front of him? It was practically a death wish!

Raylee had just narrowly escaped death, and at this moment, she was breathing heavily. Every breath taken was a testament to her desire for survival. She valued her life greatly, and it was precisely because of this that she dared to openly challenge Jeremiah. She hadn’t expected to nearly send herself on a one-way trip to the afterlife. No, she couldn’t afford to be scared. Now, only by becoming strong herself could she protect herself!

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you die that easily,” Jeremiah’s handsome face remained expressionless. “If you dare to spread this information around… I’ll make your life a living hell.”

Once her breathing had steadied a bit, Raylee cleared her throat, clutching her aching neck. A sinister smile spread across her face.

“Then let’s wait and see! I have nothing left to lose. If you’ve got the guts, really finish me off. Even if I turn into a vengeful ghost, I’ll haunt you forever!”

Jeremiah thought that his actions just now would have served as a deterrent. Yet, surprisingly, she wasn’t scared at all. At that moment, Raylee glared at him with fierce eyes. Her petite figure belied an endless, explosive power.

The very next moment, she suddenly dashed to the other side of the coffee table, snatched the gun away, and aimed the muzzle at Jeremiah. Everything happened so rapidly that it left everyone present stunned.

“Ray—Ray, no! Put the gun down!” Layla exclaimed in shock.

Raylee turned a deaf ear, her eyes squinted and fixated intently on Jeremiah. In the next moment, she pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The deafening sound of a gunshot echoed. A bullet found its mark in Jeremiah’s left calf, and he let out a stifled grunt.

“Jeremiah, are you okay…?” Layla rushed over, anxiously looking at his injured leg. She rebuked Raylee in anger, “Raylee, how could you actually pull the trigger? You usually seem so reserved, yet you dared to fire a gun?”

Jeremiah clutched the bloody hole in his left leg, his expression filled with pain. Incredulously, he looked toward Raylee.

“You, a woman, dared to shoot at me? You sure have some nerve!”

Raylee lowered her gaze, glaring at him in annoyance.

“Did you know? While enduring endless torment in the District Nine Prison, I also learned how to treat a gun. If you dare hum at me again next time, even if it’s just a tiny bit upsetting, the bullet will be aimed right there.”

Raylee pointed to his forehead, her face radiating a fierce determination, as if she were ready to face death without fear. Jeremiah clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost digging into his flesh. He growled in anger. “Go ahead and try… There’s yet to be a woman who’s dared to cross me.”

“All right. I will. I’m dying anyway. Taking you down with me doesn’t sound too bad.” After she finished speaking, she let out a scoff. Then, she kept the gun in her own pocket.

“This gun is mine now. Remember, commit fully to our marriage and stop harboring ill intentions.”

Just as she was about to leave, Jeremiah spoke with a somber tone. “Do you really think you can just threaten me and shoot me, then smoothly walk away from Lorimer Estate?”

“Oh? Are you planning to invite me to stay for dinner? If there’s good food, I might consider it.” Raylee gave him a disdainful glance. She was nonchalant and infuriatingly calm, a demeanor that almost made Jeremiah drop dead on the spot from anger.

Layla furrowed her brow and spoke up, trying to uphold justice. “Jeremiah, just let Raylee go. After all, you’re the one who messed up so badly. She’s just a vulnerable woman. If she doesn’t fight back, she’s left with no other option but death. To be honest, if I were in Raylee’s shoes, I might be even more ruthless.” After speaking, Layla let out a deep sigh. She was well aware of all the things her own brother had done, and she utterly detested him. Even so, she was helpless as he was her own brother after all. She couldn’t bring herself to act against him in the name of justice.

There was no expression on Raylee’s face at Layla’s insincere defense. As she turned and stepped out the door, Layla suddenly blocked her path. Layla reached into her pocket and handed Raylee an emerald bracelet.

“Raylee, I don’t have much to make it up to you. This is the heirloom my grandmother left me. Now I’m giving it to you. My grandmother once said that it could only be passed down to those in the Lommer family. But who could blame me when my brother owes you so much! Keep the bracelet. Regardless of whether you end up marrying Jeremiah or not, I won’t take it back.”