Chapter 1380

Solomon had no patience for this. He pulled out a gun and pressed the muzzle against Rory’s forehead. “I’ll say this one last time. Hand over the antidote!” “Heh.” Rory laughed instead and grabbed Solomon’s hand that was holding the gun. “Go on, shoot! If you kill me, Mable won’t survive either. I’ll gladly take her to the grave with me!” Mable looked at Rory and cursed weakly, “You lunatic!” “Mr. Rowland, don’t act rashly!” Amos hurriedly pulled Solomon back, worried that the latter would shoot Rory on impulse. Adam looked at Rory, not surprised by his actions. He knew Rory too well. Although Rory spoke harshly about making Mable accompany him to the grave, he would never actually do it. “Madam!” March held Mable. A sense of foreboding rose in her when she saw Mable turning pale. Solomon was also frightened and looked at Rory with gritted teeth. “What do you want in exchange for the antidote?” Rory ignored Solomon and looked at Mable, smiling. “Mable, come see me off.” Adam