Chapter 19: Mr. Wordsworth shotted

Upon hearing this, the woman glared hatefully at Heloise, "I did NOT ask you to deliver the food!"

It was not the very time to serve the meal, for this woman had something important to do now, and she hated Heloise's guts.

The woman was very unwilling to give up, half lying there, then her soft slender hand directly hooked Reginald's neck, and her red lips leaned over, her eyes fully ambiguous, "Mr. Wordsworth, I only want to eat you now ..."

Hearing this, Reginald violently stood up. He reached out and grabbed the woman's red skirt and lifted it upwards.

Was it about to put on an obscene show?

Heloise couldn't retract her sight in time so as to see the woman's whole body being lifted over and she was flying out.

"Shoo."

A perfect arc was drawn in the air.

The dinner plates also followed and flew out.

Heloise, who was standing the closest, even silently caught a few sweet-smelling meat skewers by hand in the air.

All the bodyguards turned their heads.

"Bang."

The woman hit the ground hard and was dropped, her face pale, and her red dress lifted up to her waistline, and her smooth, jade-like thighs exposed, with a gun holster strapped on them.

The holster was empty at the moment.

But the small black woman's pistol was in Reginald's hand.

The woman scrambled to her feet in horror and reached for the gun.

"Bang."

Reginald stood calmly in front of the dining table, flung his hand across the table, and without even looking, he fired a sharp shot.

The woman was shot next to her heart, and blood spurted out, then she fainted on the floor.

The whole process took less than 30 seconds.

All of a sudden, it turned from one scene of a man and woman flirting to the other of bloodshed.

He didn't even raise an eyebrow, as if it was not him who shot just now.

"Ah ah ah--"

The vendors at the night market stalls screamed in fear.

"..."

Heloise had habitual facial paralysis, and her way to deal with this situation at first was not to move a muscle but to stand straight up.

It was only when she heard the sounds of screaming and running away in all directions that she realized her reaction wasn't quite normal, but if she tried to scream now, it seemed a deliberate action.

Thus, all she could do was to keep standing, tucking her head in the collar of the uniform and making herself an invisible object.

"Ben."

Reginald said.

Off to the side, Ben came over with a dark look on his face and bowed his head.

Reginald lowered the gun in his hand, his eyes looked at him with a clear and cold look, and sneered, "You're so great at finding me such a woman, and she is a killer. If it wasn't for my swiftness, you would have to come down to the Underground to work for me as an assistant, wouldn't you?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wordsworth, it's me who didn't do a good job of gatekeeping, so I brought this devil woman to you. I deserve to die."

Ben bowed his head, his voice trembling spontaneously.

He had been working by Reginald's side for many years, and it was the first time he had done something so badly.

Previously, Reginald said he wanted to have a woman in the Hyacinth Garden. Ben was too anxious and hurriedly sought a beautiful lady at the banquet and sent her to Reginald, not realizing that she would actually be a killer.

"Don't worry, I will collect this life of yours when it's time to."

Reginald coldly said, "Take the woman back for interrogation and find out who is hidden behind, who wants me dead."

"Yes, Mr. Wordsworth."

Ben responded with trepidation.

"It's uninteresting, let's go back."

Reginald said somewhat boredly, turning around.

Heloise breathed a huge sigh of relief.

But before she could come to complete relief, the men's pointy leather shoes in her sight suddenly swerved towards her.

"..."

A chill crawled up her back.

Reginald stood in front of her, looking at the uniformed, hooded and masked girl before him, and slowly put the gun in his hand to her forehead, his low, magnetic voice dripping with amusement.

"Hey you, the vendor, your guts are quite fat, aren't you afraid?"

Heloise was startled by the gun, and she pulled the corner of her mouth, then lowered her voice and said hoarsely, deliberately.

"I know that you are Mr. Wordsworth. You are such a GREAT big celebrity, while I am just a nobody, so the small potato is certainly safe and sound, together with the honorable Mr. Wordsworth."