"Is that the only reason?" Declan Wolles narrowed his eyes at her.
Joel Russo also turned his head to look at her.
Arabella Vanderbilt looked at Joel Russo, remained silent for half a second, "I..."
"Arabella, you should know, if it weren't for you today, the bullets in my hand would've been exhausted long ago."
Declan Wolles interrupted Arabella Vanderbilt's imminent words with a solemn voice, no trace of jest or insolence.
No more arrogance, no more gloom, but rather a deep and cold intensity.
Everyone finally understood what it meant to truly be unpredictable.
Arabella Vanderbilt pressed her lips tightly together.
She knew Declan Wolles' temperament well; the situation he most disdained was this kind of stalemate. If he wanted to act, he wouldn't even consider the consequences.
He was prone to violence and bloodlust. Once enraged, no one could stop him.
Under normal circumstances, the bullets in his handgun would've already been fired into the opponent's body.
