Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Chapter 307 - Control Your Woman

Chapter 307: Control Your Woman

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

When Rochelle spotted Timothy, she held the handgun in her hand and unlocked the safety latch. She then got out of the car and walked straight towards Timothy in her high heels.

By the time she was about three steps away from him, she called out, “Timothy!”

Timothy stopped walking and turned to look at her subconsciously.

At that moment, Rochelle remembered the trick Jonathan had taught her when using a gun.

Speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness were qualities to strive for.

She raised her hand, aimed at the man’s heart, and shot without hesitation.

“Tim, be careful!”

Harmony rushed down from the car and stretched out her hand to push Timothy away a little.

Due to the close distance, she could only manage to push Timothy away but did not have time to dodge. The bullet grazed her arm and her clothes were immediately bloodstained.

The pain turned her face pale and she fell.

However, Rochelle did not expect that Timothy would have a savior, but it was not that big of a deal for her. Since that pretentious b*tch Harmony was there too, Rochelle would be glad to deal with the both of them together!

After all, Harmony could not be that innocent either!

Rochelle clenched her hands again and aimed at Timothy before delivering another shot again.

However, Timothy was fully alert by then and his reaction was quicker than any ordinary person could imagine. One second before Rochelle was about to fire the second shot, he had already gone up to her and pinned her against the car while grabbing her neck.

His strength was so great and he showed absolutely no mercy, leaving Rochelle feeling suffocated all of a sudden. Her hand fell weakly to her side and the handgun fell to the ground.

Timothy lowered his gaze and glanced at Rochelle as if she was already dead to him. A few seconds later, there was yet another fluctuation in his eyes.

He tilted his head and asked, “Rochelle?”

Ronald was shocked by the quick sequence of events. His brain slowed down for half a second and he quickly regained his composure when he heard that name. He stepped forward quickly and persuaded, “Mr. Barker…?Please don’t be so harsh. She’s Mrs. Yates!”

Although he did not know why Rochelle suddenly came to his boss with a handgun and tried to kill him, she was still a very good friend to Samantha and he could not just watch his big boss choke her to death.

Timothy glanced at Ronald and loosened the grip on his slender and beautiful fingers.

Rochelle was finally able to breathe and she could not help but cough fiercely.

Timothy handed her to the security guards who rushed over, who then quickly held her on either side lest she did something drastic again.

“Call a doctor.”

After saying that, Timothy bent down and carried the limp Harmony up from the ground before walking into the Barker Group.

Ronald wiped the sweat on his forehead and quickly took out his cell phone to call a doctor.

After making the call, he glanced at Rochelle and felt a headache coming on.

He wanted to let her go but did not dare to do so without authorization because Timothy did not say anything. His only recourse was to say, “Perhaps you should come up with me, Mrs. Yates.”

Rochelle looked at him coldly and kept quiet.

Ronald could only look at the security guards and have them bring her up.

The security guards grabbed Rochelle and went inside.

Ronald picked up the pistol that had fallen on the ground and sighed deeply. What in the world was going on?

A murder nearly happened…

…

Inside the CEO’s office, Timothy was sitting on the sofa while fiddling with the special gun. He admired it quite a bit and looked up at Rochelle, who was sitting on the sofa opposite him. “Pretty good gun.”

Rochelle curled her lips. “If it’s that good, you should use it to kill yourself.”

Timothy’s expression remained the same. “Unfortunately, you couldn’t.”

“I won’t do anything to you, for Jonathan’s sake.”

Timothy put the handgun on the coffee table and instructed Ronald, “Tell Jonathan to come over and bring her away.”

Ronald answered immediately. “Yes.”

Ten minutes later, Jonathan opened the door and walked in.

He glanced at the situation in the office and looked sullenly at Rochelle.

Timothy looked up at Jonathan and said lazily, “Control your woman, Jonathan. There will be no next time!”

There was no brotherly sentiment at all.

Jonathan did not say a word and raised his head slightly. He strode quickly to the sofa and put away the pistol, after which he stretched out his arms and carried Rochelle from the sofa before turning around to leave.

Rochelle was reluctant to leave and struggled continuously.

However, Jonathan’s arms were like chains that held her tightly. She could not break free of them and could only let herself be carried away by him.

After they left, Ronald’s anxious heart finally relaxed.

Timothy turned to him and asked, “How’s Bunny?”

Ronald quickly regained his senses and replied, “The doctor just arrived. He went to the lounge to treat the wound.”

“Alright,” Timothy responded before continuing, “Set up the meeting then.”

“Yes!” Ronald answered.

…

After Jonathan forced Rochelle into the car, he immediately drove away.

Rochelle protested, “Let me out!”

Jonathan ignored her.

Rochelle glared at him fiercely and repeated, “I said, let. Me. OUT!”

“Then what?” Jonathan looked at her.

Rochelle spoke with murderous intent, “Then I’ll kill Timothy. If I can’t kill him this time, I’ll kill him sooner or later!”

Jonathan curled his lips in a blatantly mocking smile and said mercilessly, “You can’t kill him.”

“But…”

He looked at her eyes and slowed his sentences a little. “If you really want to get revenge and can only live at peace if you do that…then you can take it out on me!”

As soon as he said that, he pulled out the handgun attached to his waist and put it in Rochelle’s hand, as if he was going to let her do as she pleased.

Rochelle immediately pointed the handgun at Jonathan’s forehead. “Do you think I won’t?”

Jonathan looked at her intently and closed his eyes after a few seconds.

Rochelle’s eyes were very red and she bit her lower lip with such force that it was nearly bleeding. In the end, she sneered, “Your life isn’t worth anything at all.”

It was not as if killing Jonathan could avenge Samantha and the baby.

Jonathan opened his eyes.

However, he could not breathe a sigh of relief just yet because the next thing he saw was Rochelle aiming the muzzle of the handgun at her temple.

“Sammy’s gone and I can’t avenge her. There’s no point in living anymore.”

She was already in hell, to begin with.

Both the person she once liked and the baby she once had were dead. She had since lost her best friend—whom she cared most for—along with said best friend’s baby.

All of a sudden, her plans to torture and get revenge on Jonathan did not matter anymore.

She felt very tired and… exceptionally bitter.

Rather than live that kind of life, Rochelle felt that she might as well be with Samantha and the baby in the afterlife. Perhaps she could still see the man she liked and the baby she once lost?

As soon as that thought occurred to her, Rochelle closed her eyes happily.