Everyone was stunned by the scene, those three gunshots had been completely unexpected.
Waylon Lewis and Liam Cloud rushed towards Hope Williams almost at the same time, with Waylon getting there a step faster to catch the falling woman into his arms.
"Hope Williams."
As her limp body fell into his arms, Waylon Lewis tightened his grip, only to smell the strong scent of blood. Raising his hand, he saw it smeared with a large stain of blood from the woman's arm.
Waylon's pupils constricted as his heart shattered in an instant, his face wishing he could kill everyone present.
Liam Cloud's expression was equally icy cold.
Wesley Ruiz covered his bleeding arm, his heart filled with shock. When he had fired at Hope, the shot went astray because his arm had been hit, and therefore missed her.
"You've got some nerve, Wesley Ruiz! Who gave you permission to touch her?" Liam Cloud's face was terrifying as he gritted his teeth, lifting his gun.
