Chapter 384

The maids stood frozen in terror in the corner.

In the dining room, food and dishes scattered all over the floor. An expensive dining table was damaged, and there was red wine pooling on the ground in chaotic order.

Greg sat in a wheelchair, with a silver knife stabbed in his shoulder. Blood was quickly spreading around the wound.

The knife wasn't sharp, but it went deep. It showed how much force Tyrone had used!

"Did you really think I would come here unprepared?"

Greg spoke as if he felt no pain.

His pale hand was holding a black handgun, aiming right at Tyrone.

Tyrone didn't even blink. His condescending gaze looked down on Greg.

Suddenly, he let out a cold laugh as he moved like a bolt of lightning.

Heather was so anxious that her heart leaped into her throat!

Before she could grasp what was happening, the gun was in Tyrone's hands.

He lowered his arm, the black muzzle now pressed against Greg's injured knee!

A half-paralyzed man facing off against a fully capable man—