Maurice lowered his tone, humbling himself. The subordinates exchanged glances, sensing something amiss. In this strange atmosphere, they arrived in Ablil.

At that moment, in the Glovers family's Grandeur Hall, Kelsey nervously twisted her prayer beads, muttering silently with her eyes closed. Despite her prayers, her unease persisted.

Gabby attempted to comfort her. "Mrs. Glovers Senior, don't worry. The hitman we hired is highly skilled, and we've offered a substantial reward. It's sure to succeed!"

"Let's hope so," Kelsey murmured, her unease remaining. But then she remembered Baldy wasn't targeting Maurice; he was after a mere doctor. How could such an assassination fail? It would succeed; it had to. This thought eased her tension, bringing a smile to her face.

Just then, a helicopter's familiar sound approached. Kelsey's expression changed instantly. "Who's here? Who's here?" she anxiously asked.

Gabby, startled, rushed outside. Two helicopters, bearing the Glovers family insignia, descended smoothly.

"It's... It's Mr. Glovers!" Gabby exclaimed, rushing back inside to report. Kelsey staggered, nearly losing her balance. "How did we fail again? Didn't they boast of the hitman's skill? How could they fail to deal with a mere doctor?"

Two attempts, both failures. If Maurice learned of this, the last vestiges of politeness between grandmother and grandson would vanish. He would never tolerate her existence.

Panic briefly flickered, but she quickly regained her composure. Under Gabby's worried gaze, she straightened, sneering. "It's not over yet. Why worry?" She led the way outside.

Chapter 391

In the courtyard, Baldy was bound and pinned, surrounded by nine mercenaries—arms crossed—who hadn't received their payment.

Felicia emerged from the helicopter, untied Baldy, and tossed him his rifle. He hesitated, quickly realizing she hadn't brought him for a friendly visit. Returning his rifle meant… she sought revenge for her friend, in kind. Kelsey should meet the same fate as Carmen.

Baldy's hands trembled; he dared not pick up the gun. He instinctively glanced at Maurice, but seeing no opposition from the Glovers family head, he begged, "Ms. Fuller, I'll do anything. Please, let me live." The implication was clear: kill Kelsey, and he lived. After all, he'd only been doing his job.

She neither agreed nor disagreed, calmly stating, "I will give you a choice."

He believed her, raising the rifle, aiming where Kelsey would appear. He would pull the trigger instantly.

Two figures emerged from the door: Kelsey and Gabby.

As Baldy adjusted his aim, the scope went black; Maurice's hand blocked his vision. Baldy froze in fear. He was on Glovers family grounds, attempting to shoot Kelsey in front of the family head—madness!

Felicia also looked toward Maurice, fingers poised to release silver needles. She was determined to avenge her friend; nothing would stop her.