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Chapter 1183 How Are You Feeling
In this bustling world, amidst the intoxicating allure of wealth and power, how can one bear to leave it all behind?
“Mr. Cook, you're not going to back down before we start, are you?” Ashlyn stared at Herald's face, her lips curving
into a radiant smile and a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.
This man isn't bad looking and carries himself well, but his courage... is a bit lacking. Yet, they dared to bully Lucas.
Well, there's nothing they can do with me around.
Herald reached out to pick up the pistol tremblingly. Then, slowly, he raised the gun, aiming it at his own temple.
He wanted to give up, he wanted to beg for Ashlyn's mercy, but the words were stuck in his throat and he simply
couldn't utter them.
His Adam's apple kept bobbing up and down.
I'm the youngest minister in Zaewora, holding military power. How can I possibly beg a woman to spare me? If I did,
how could I face the President, let alone the many people under my command?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHerald gritted his teeth. No... I can't be that unlucky. I will definitely be able to dodge this.
Even though he kept reassuring himself, he just couldn't pull the trigger.
With a single shot, he would blow his own brains out.
Who had the guts to do this?
Sweat began to seep incessantly from the palm of his hand that held the gun.
“Mr. Cook... if you really can't continue, why not just give us the island?” Ashlyn smirked, leaning in close to Herald.
The man stared at her in surprise, noticing that the woman before him had skin as white and smooth as milk,
devoid of any pores or blemishes.
This woman... is so radiantly beautiful. No, I don't want her to look down on me.
Everyone was staring at Ashlyn in disbelief.
How can this woman be so audacious? She actually forced Herald to beg for mercy. She actually forced Herald to
give up the island.
Herald grimaced, his heart instantly becoming cold.
However, he simply didn't want to be looked down upon by Ashlyn.
Leroy swallowed a lump in his throat, looking at the pale-faced Herald.
New energy is a lucrative sector. So... it has always been under my control. But now it has been forcibly taken from
me and has become a pie shared by Mr. Cook and Mr. Lacey. Do these two ministers think that Lucas is easy to deal
with? Although Lucas doesn't hold any position in H Nation, the influence of Section Six in H Nation is something that
cannot be ignored. I wonder if they regret it now for provoking the wrath of Section Six! Now... we're stuck in such a
difficult situation that's hard to resolve.
Ashlyn raised an eyebrow, looking at the silent Herald. “What's the matter? It's been so long... You can't really bring
yourself to do it? Do you want me to help you?”
An ugly, twisted expression formed on Herald's face.
A fierce fire seemed to blaze within his heart. He took a deep breath and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Just as he pulled the trigger, everyone's eyes widened, and Sloan couldn't help but exclaim, “Mr. Cook!”
Many of Herald's subordinates also clenched their fists, staring at Herald in disbelief.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThis was essentially a deadly gamble.
If Herald did not die, the small island would still belong to Section Six.
If Herald, unfortunately, got shot and died, Section Six wouldn't need that island anymore.
No matter the choice, Herald would not gain any advantage.
With a click, the trigger was pulled.
Time seemed to have stopped at that instance.
The tall figure of the man swayed slightly, his forehead glistening with tiny beads of sweat. The pistol in his hand
clattered to the ground.
I'm not dead. I wasn't shot. I'm lucky...
He didn't know whether he should feel relieved or just laugh bitterly.
Since he didn't die, the island must be given to Section Six.
What kind of domineering bet is this, really? How terrifying this woman can be...
“Mr. Cook...” Sloan quickly stepped forward, supporting Herald whose back was drenched in sweat. He looked at
him with concern. “How are you feeling?”