Olivia's pained wails resounded throughout the villa. Cyril had just dealt with the man who was running out of Olivia's room. In the end, he was still too late.

When he saw the blood spurting from Mona's chest, he felt as if his heart had turned numb.

After all, he had undergone professional training. Even if his relatives had fallen in front of him, he wouldn't pause his mission.

Cyril saw that the man was wearing a bulletproof vest and, hence, unharmed. Lunging at Warren, Cyril engaged in close combat with him.

Olivia lowered the gun in her hand. Her mind was buzzing, and she could only see red.

Mona's body fell limply by her side. Blood tainted the bracelet on her wrist.

The pendant she had praised before was now covered in blood. It lay on the floor with her body, never to get up again.

Olivia knelt on the floor, tears pouring out of her eyes. She wanted to block the wounds with her hands, but the blood kept flowing endlessly.

"Mona, hang in there. The doctors are coming so