My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 2370

After saying so, she lifted the gun, stood up, and aimed it at my forehead.

"Don't worry. My gun works fast. You won't feel any pain."

I looked at her and gulped as the next second, there would be a bullet going through my head.

However, the next second, a bullet suddenly went through the huge window in the living room and hit Rosalie's hand. Her gun fell.

Upon seeing this, I immediately took the gun and turned the tables on her. "Don't move."

Rosalie clutched onto her injured hand and fell onto the sofa. Drops of sweat trickled down her face like rain, but she didn't make a sound. Her breathing became heavier.

She looked at me with confusion and probably didn't expect the tables to turn.

However, she was smart. After thinking for a while and glancing at the damaged window, she immediately came to her senses. Her eyes were fueled with rage. "You are with the police?" Her guess was half correct. To be more specific, it was the military.

After the reminder, I understood the situation too. It seemed like after the incident with Aaron, Cyrus had reorganized his ambushes on the Roberts Group. They normally wouldn't do anything, but Rosalie was holding up a gun to my forehead.

Although I would like to talk to her frankly, I wasn't entirely sure if Jordan had installed any listening device. Thus, I could only act dumb. "Don't joke around Miss Swift. You guys know everything about me. If I was with the police, do you think Jordan would let me live till this day?"

As soon as I finished speaking, a low male voice came through the door, "What's going on?"

The moment our heads turned, Jordan had already walked in.

Rosalie seized the opportunity to ask for his help. "Quick, kill her. She's with the police!"

It was obviously not convincing enough, and all Jordan did was frown in confusion.

"Why are you hesitating? People from the police had just opened fire at me. Otherwise, why would there be a gun in her hand? Be careful and stop deceiving yourself. This woman just wants to take your life away!" Rosalie shouted.

However, Jordan sensed something different from her words. Hence, he asked with suspicion, "So, who had the gun originally?"

After a pause, his eyes became sharper. "Why did you bring a gun? And what happened to my men out there?"

Rosalie was taken aback for a

moment. Then, she admitted, "That's

right, I did it. I came here today to help you get rid of this woman so you wouldn't do anything stupid and bring about your own death!"

"So one question, are you going to kill Arianna or not?" She added.

Rosalie was no stranger to danger and bullets, thus the imposing and sharp manner of hers was strong. Therefore, even though one of her hands was badly injured, she still shouldn't be taken lightly.

However, Jordan didn't answer her

and was just obsessing over the fact

that Rosalie had killed his

subordinates. "Help me? You

intentionally sent Hendrix over to me and drew your gun to kill my men. Rosalie, it seems like you still didn't learn to stay in your place. Did you not learn your lesson?"

Therefore, sometimes, a man and a woman would never be in the same rank.

Rosalie was saving his soul, but he put out the facts.

Rosalie closed her eyes in anger, but I caught the glint in her eyes. Suddenly, she jumped over and wrestled the gun from my hand.

But she was not left-handed. While she was taking the time to adjust her grip on the handgun, Jordan moved faster and snatched the gun away.