Chapter 395 Riddled With Bullets—Who Can You Blame?

• Nadia held the walkie-talkie firmly, her icy, piercing gaze locked onto Rosine and her mother. "Yes, I do have something to say."
• Gawen's voice remained calm, though curiosity and unease laced his tone. "I'm listening."
• "Your wonderful daughter, Rosine Guillot, hired scavengers to take my life. Too bad for her, I survived. I've got witnesses and evidence. You'd better get here immediately, or I can't guarantee your wife and daughter will still be alive when you arrive."