Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 325

"If that's the best you've got, Mr. Rogers, then I'm truly worried for the future of the Rogers family."

"Such arrogance," Oscar sneered. "Don't think you're invincible just because you took down a man like George. The evidence Queena had is in your hands now, isn't it? And yet, you haven't dared to do a thing."

With that, Oscar raised his pistol and fired a rapid succession of shots.

His aim was decent; not a single shot missed the target.

He opened the chamber and began reloading. "The money you've earned since your debut, you've donated most of it to charity. But has anyone ever thanked you? You kindly sponsored that young boy, and his parents turned around and accused you of abuse. Isn't it laughable?

"Take my advice, Ms. Jones. Stop acting like you're some kind of savior. You might just get yourself killed trying to save others."

While Oscar was speaking, Yvonne had also raised her pistol.

She stared straight ahead, firing off a series of shots—bang, bang, bang, bang.

When she finished, a mechanical voice announced her score: ten shots, ten bullseyes.

Stunned, Oscar turned to look at her.

And then he saw Yvonne's pistol shift its aim, pointing directly at his head.

"Careful, Ms. Jones. You wouldn't want a misfire," Oscar said, his voice dropping a few degrees, though he managed to keep his composure.

Yvonne didn't speak, her hand holding the gun perfectly still.

She thought of the bruises covering little Hans' body. Although his mother was the one who had struck him, Oscar was the mastermind behind it all.

He was ruthless, willing to sacrifice even a young child to achieve his goals.

Oscar was a monster in human skin.

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