When the gunshot rang out in the confined office, Lin Mo happened to be smashing through the iron door of the fire exit. He saw Su Yuqing holding a Colt pistol that had belonged to her father, smoke still curling from the barrel, while the crystal paperweight on Chen Hao's desk lay shattered into a thousand jagged, glittering shards.
"Yuqing!"
Lin Mo’s shout made her hand tremble. Chen Hao seized the chance to roll behind the solid wood desk, his suit trousers stained with champagne—the celebratory drink he had knocked over when Su Yuqing burst in.
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