"Boss, I don't want to die… Please forgive me."
Amy kowtowed repeatedly, but Lu Yan was unmoved.
Qiao Fei looked at her without a trace of pity in his eyes.
Her forehead began to bleed, but Lu Yan didn't soften.
Finally, she gave up and looked at the gun on the floor. She picked it up slowly and aimed it at her head.
Closing her eyes, she pulled the trigger.
But at the last moment, she turned the gun toward Lu Yan, wanting to take Lu Yan with her.
She couldn't have Qiao Fei and didn't want Lu Yan to have him, either. She had a distorted mentality.
But to her surprise, the gun didn't fire.
"You're surprised, right? I didn't put bullets in the gun… Considering you once worked for me, I wanted to give you a quick death, but you want to do it the hard way," Lu Yan said.