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Jeffrey's goal had never been the money. He wanted Winona dead!

The banquet hall spiraled into sheer pandemonium. Terrified guests covered their eyes, and the sound of shattering champagne glasses echoed across the room.

Spilled wine stained the pristine white marble floors, and an elaborate dessert tower was frantically knocked over in the chaos.

"Call the cops! Get the police!"

Jeffrey had completely lost his mind, attempting murder right in front of Empire City's elite!

Bang!

A deafening gunshot sliced through the panic, instantly silencing the room.

The bullet grazed right past Winona's ear and blew a hole straight through the center of Jeffrey's hand.

Jeffrey, a petty thug who had never faced a real firearm, dropped the knife. The metal blade clattered loudly against the floor.

Winona's eyes hardened. Seizing the opening, she delivered a brutal kick, sending Jeffrey flying into the crowd. Several bodyguards immediately swarmed him, pinning him to the ground.

Smushed against the floor, Jeffrey's mind went completely blank. When he finally registered that he had been shot, his entire body convulsed with terror. "What?! What the hell was that?! My hand! God, my hand!"

He was a low-level scumbag who thrived on bullying the weak. He had never been shot before. The agonizing pain wracked his body, leaving him paralyzed with fear.

All eyes slowly turned toward Zachary. He sat quietly in his wheelchair, casually twirling a handgun around his finger. He looked completely unbothered, as if he hadn't just fired a perfectly timed, flawlessly aimed shot in a fraction of a second.

A collective realization dawned on the crowd: Zachary was a master marksman.

No one had even seen him draw the weapon.

The atmosphere grew terrifyingly still. Aside from Jeffrey's agonizing screams, the entire room held its breath.

Sienna clutched her shoulder, her eyes rimmed with red, and whimpered softly, "Zachary, thank you..."

Then, she dramatically fainted.

The Wynn family scrambled to call for the doctors.

With blood on the floor, the banquet obviously couldn't continue.

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