Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1199: In My Eyes, You’re the Only Girl
Bang! Bang! Bang! Three shots, and four of the henchmen fell to the ground.
The last bullet pierced straight through the hearts of two henchmen.
The henchmen didn’t close their eyes before they died; they couldn’t believe they died just like that. They looked in horror at Mort Thorne, the man wearing a baseball cap pulled low, only revealing his deep, dark eyes filled with cold killing intent that sent chills down their spines.
The henchmen collapsed onto the ground.
Around the corner, Evelyn and a few FIU elites were ready to draw their guns, but before they could, those henchmen were already handled.
They stared in awe at the towering, robust figure. This marksmanship was... otherworldly!
They had never seen a sharpshooter like this before.
The tattooed man was also dumbfounded. In one, two, or three seconds, this unexpected intruder had already taken care of his men.
Then Mort Thorne raised his hand, pointing the black barrel at the tattooed man.
But there were no bullets.
No bullets!
The tattooed man was about to burst into laughter; he immediately raised his hand, wanting to shoot Mort Thorne.
Mort Thorne smirked coldly and directly threw the gun in his hand, hitting the tattooed man’s head.
The tattooed man, in pain, released Vivi and turned to run away in fear.
Mort Thorne let go of Dianna Hollis and quickly caught up with the tattooed man. He lifted his powerful left leg and kicked him in the leg.
With a cry, the tattooed man hit the ground face-first.
Mort Thorne kicked the pistol aside and stepped on the tattooed man’s head, carelessly pressing down.
The tattooed man’s face twisted in pain, cursing, "Who the hell are you, let me go!"
"Hah," Mort Thorne chuckled coldly from his throat and said softly, "I’m your father, your father’s father. Come on, call me grandpa!"
"You!" The tattooed man was so enraged he almost spat blood.
"Vivi, are you alright?" Dianna Hollis quickly got up, supporting Vivi.
Vivi had forgotten to cry, looking at Mort Thorne with admiration, "Wow, he’s so cool; he really is my hero!"
Dianna Hollis, "..."
At this moment, Evelyn and his team rushed over, restraining the tattooed man.
"Sir, may I know your name?" Evelyn asked Mort Thorne.
Mort Thorne lowered his baseball cap, not looking at Evelyn, and walked up to Dianna Hollis, saying in a low voice, "Come with me."
He walked over to an isolated corner.
"Dianna, what’s your relationship with him? Is he your boyfriend? Your boyfriend is amazing!"
Vivi had forgotten the earlier terror, her face full of gossip.
"..."
Dianna Hollis followed, stealthily glancing at his tall, solid back like a child who had done something wrong.
His strong, upright figure was hidden in darkness, like a powerful dark emperor, making people want to worship him.
He seemed angry.
Ah...
Dianna Hollis stepped forward, grabbed his shirt sleeve, and gave it a light tug. "I’m here; why won’t you speak?"
Mort Thorne turned, his deep, dark eyes landing on her small face, his low voice cold and displeased. "Have you realized your mistake?"
Dianna Hollis understood what he was implying and explained, "That bullet wouldn’t have hit my heart, but I could’ve blown his head off. Vivi’s crisis was averted, and even if the team leader and the others weren’t there, I could’ve handled the remaining henchmen..."
"But the premise is, you would’ve taken a bullet, or maybe several. Dianna Hollis, have you really become capable, or do you not care about your life?" Mort Thorne cut her off.
Dianna Hollis was momentarily stuck, meeting his severe gaze. "Mort Thorne, is this the first day you’ve known me? The one thing I’m not afraid of is dying."
"You!" Mort Thorne raised his hand, ready to strike her.
Dianna Hollis didn’t avoid it; she lifted her face, meeting his palm. "Go ahead, hit me, hit me hard!"
Mort Thorne’s raised hand froze in mid-air, looking at her stubborn, cold expression, an ache shooting through his heart.
His large hand fell on her soft shoulder, roughly pulling her into his embrace.
Suddenly enveloped in his solid, broad chest, Dianna Hollis quickly put her hands against his chest, trying to push him away, but his body was as hard as a wall and would not budge.
Infuriated, she pounded his chest with her small fists, "Why are you so hard?"
"Hard?" Mort Thorne arched an expressive brow, his big hand pressing her willowy waist into his embrace. "Where am I hard, hmm?"
"..."
She meant no such thing, yet he turned it into something ambiguous!
"Mort Thorne, let me go!" She wriggled in his arms like a little water snake.
Mort Thorne lightly inhaled the faint, creamy scent emanating from her, his eyes darkening as he tightened his hold, pressing her close.
That’s when Dianna Hollis’s hand landed on his chest, accidentally touching something.
What was that?
Round and hard, as if strung on a red cord, hanging around his neck.
Dianna Hollis stopped struggling, her soft fingertips slowly grazing the round, hard object—it seemed to be a ring.
A ring strung on a red cord, resting close to his heart.
Dianna Hollis’s heartbeat quickened.
He actually had a ring hanging on him.
"What’s this?" Dianna Hollis asked.
Mort Thorne didn’t expect her to discover the ring. He immediately released Dianna Hollis, evading the topic, "Nothing."
She didn’t know when he bought this ring three years ago.
Dianna Hollis looked at him, "Is this a ring? Why are you wearing a ring?"
"I have something to do, I’m leaving." Mort Thorne turned to leave.
"You can’t go." Dianna Hollis quickly grabbed him, then raised her small hand to unbutton his collar, retrieving the red cord from his neck.
Her sequence of actions was swift and domineering.
Mort Thorne found her increasingly fierce, not only now but also, she often... taking the upper hand.
However, he... liked her just like this.
The diamond ring around Mort Thorne’s neck fell into her palm.
It was indeed a ring.
"Did you... buy it?" she asked.
Mort Thorne looked at her from this close distance; her long, trembling eyelashes were like little fans, evoking tenderness.
Mort Thorne pressed his thin lips together, silent.
"Why won’t you speak? Oh, I get it, is this ring for some pretty girl? Mort Thorne, you’re such a bastard!" Dianna Hollis tossed the ring and turned to leave.
The next second, Mort Thorne’s large hand grasped her slender wrist, "Where are these pretty girls? I haven’t seen any; I only see you, this lovely girl."
