Chapter 1332


    Chapter 1332


    Mike was dazed as he watched blood stream down his arm. “Tyler Hart… How dare you shoot me?!”


    Tyler stared at him coldly, determined to eliminate him for trying to kill Vicky and take her from him. No


    one who tried to take Vicky away had the right to live.


    With that thought in mind, Tyler pulled the trigger without hesitation.


    Bang!


    Despite his age, Mike’s agility was still remarkable.


    The moment Tyler pulled the trigger, he swiftly dodged the bullet. However, Tyler aimed his gun at Mike


    again and was determined to kill him.


    “Tyler!” Old Mister Hart shouted, trying to stop him.


    However, Tyler seemed oblivious to his words and pointed the gun at Mike’s heart, preparing to fire


    another shot.


    “Tyler, don’t!” Vicky shouted and pushed his arm.


    The shot veered off course andnded at Mike’s feet.


    Facing Tyler’s chilling intent to kill, Mike, weakened by his previous injury, had little chance to evade.


    As death loomed over him, a distressed voice halted Tyler’s hand.


    “Tyler, that’s enough.”


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    He turned to see Vicky, who looked anxious and rmed.


    She shook her head at him. “Tyler, enough.”


    “He was going to kill you,” Tyler muttered.


    “I’m fine now.” Vicky’s voice quivered slightly.


    “It would be toote for me to do anything if I wait until you’re ‘not fine’,” interjected Tyler sternly.


    Vicky remained silent for a few seconds, then walked slowly toward Tyler. “Tyler, I don’t want to stay


    here. Let’s go back.”


    “We can go back,” Tyler replied, ncing at Mike murderously. “But let’s settle this score first.”


    Vicky paled. “Tyler…”


    Just then, Old Mister Hart’s voice broke in. “Are you nning to kill in front of Vicky?”


    He leaned on his dragon-headed cane, striking the ground forcefully. His face was contorted with


    anger, his chest heaving.


    This birthday celebration had not only seen gunfire but also spilled blood. Worse still, it happened


    between members of the Hart family. The fact that Old Mister Hart did not faint on the spot showed his


    remarkably strong mental fortitude.


    Hearing Old Mister Hart’s words, Tyler’s brow furrowed. He lowered his gaze to Vicky, noticing how she


    was trembling in fear.


    The coldness in Tyler’s eyes subsided as he realized that


    Old Mister Hart was right; he should not kill in front of Vicky.


    Tyler lowered the gun and gently held Vicky’s hand. “Let’s go.