?Chapter 913:


    Those armed men surrounded them not merely to prevent her escape, but…


    The realization sent a cold shiver of dread cascading through her veins, transforming her expression into one of raw terror.


    In that same heartbeat, Gorman’s face hardened to stone. With practiced swiftness, he drew a sleek pistol from beneath his wedding attire and aimed it directly at Collin.


    The sight of the weapon aimed at Collin sent a shockwave through Linsey’s chest.


    “Collin!”


    Her scream ripped from her throat as she lunged recklessly toward Gorman’s extended arm, abandoning all caution.


    The room erupted with chaos, screams ricocheting through the air like stray bullets.


    Linsey copsed to the floor, only to be violently yanked upward by Gorman an instantter.


    “Linsey! Have you lost your mind?” Gorman red at her, shock evident in his eyes. His voice vibrated with volcanic rage and frustration. “This is a loaded pistol! If I hadn’t steadied my hand, that bullet would have torn through you!”


    rity pierced through Linsey’s fog of confusion.


    Her heart thundered against her ribcage with such force she feared it might break through her chest.


    ???????? ???????? ?????????? ???????????????? ???? g????????ν??????．??????


    Without pausing to catch her breath, she turned to Collin, finding him ensnared by Gorman’s henchmen, utterly trapped in their human cage.


    Miraculously, he stood unscathed.


    The bullet, deflected by her desperate intervention, had embedded itself in the nearby wall, leaving only a silent crater.


    As if drawn by invisible threads, Collin slowly turned to meet her gaze. His familiar eyes held a tempest of emotions too deep for words.


    In that electric moment, Collin needed no verbal deration from Linsey.


    She held no love for Gorman.


    Her heart remained, as it always had, irrevocably his.


    “Linsey!” Gorman’s voice shattered the silence, raw emotion threatening to break through his facade.


    With desperation wing at his throat, he called her name again, releasing a bitterugh that mocked his own misery.


    “Why? Why don’t you love me? Collin hasn’t changed in four years,” Gorman whispered, each word deliberate, “and neither have I. What draws you to him while leaving me in the shadows?”


    Linsey whirled around.


    .


    .


    .