Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 375

Heaton felt a violent tremor in his chest.

Slowly, he looked down at his chest…

Verian widened her eyes that were filled with tears. She could not even feel her heartbeat at this moment.

It was as if time had stopped.

As Heaton's body fell straight down to the ground, Verian shouted in sorrow and anger. "Heaton!"

Jean laughed happily and pushed the gun against Verian's temple as she said, "Isn't it particularly sad? Are you sad until you want to die?"

Verian's mouth opened as her tears fell silently. She could not feel the pain from the wound on her face and was extremely depressed. "Don't you want me dead? Shoot me."

Jean snorted coldly. "Do you want to die? Don't worry. I'll send you to accompany your husband later."

…

Outside the factory, several hired men guarding the place were smoking.

"Go and check if everything is done inside. Damn it. Why is it so troublesome to receive 50 million bucks?"

"You go. I'm smoking."

"If it weren't for the money, who would do such a cruel and heartless thing!"

Several hired men complained while smoking. They flicked the cigarette ash off their cigarettes, forgetting that the factory was surrounded by petrol.

"Why is it so hot today?"

One of them felt something hot against his back and wanted to remove his clothes. He saw the burning fire behind him from the corners of his eyes. He was too scared and threw the cigarette butt aside, running away hurriedly!

The others tried to put out the fire for a long time but it could not be extinguished because of the petrol’s flammability. The fire became greater and greater.

"Just forget it. Let's leave."

"Hey! It's on fire! Run away!"

…

Jean's eyes trembled as she saw the fire outside the factory!

The hired man who held a gun against Verian's forehead took the box on the ground and wanted to run. Jean shouted at him, "Stop right there!"

The man did not listen to her, so Jean fired a shot immediately at the man's back!

The man who carried the box fell onto the ground!

Looking at the growing fire outside, there was a ferocious look in Yandel’s eyes. She turned the gun toward Yandel. "I'll send you to hell now."

Lying on the ground, Heaton's black eyes suddenly opened. There was a silver gun within his range. It was the gun from the man who had been shot dead.

When Jean shot at Yandel, Yandel's body trembled but he did not fall.

Jean's eyes were filled with shock and surprise. At that moment, Heaton quickly picked up the gun on the ground and shot at Jean's hand that was holding onto her gun.

"Ahhhh!!"

The gun dropped from Jean's hand as her right hand bled.

Pointing the gun at her, Heaton strode over with murderous intent in his eyes.

Verian looked at him and wept with joy and excitement. "Heaton, you're not dead!" That's great... You’re really not dead!"

Heaton held her tightly in his arms. "I won't go. I'm not going anywhere. I'll just stay here with you."

That was such a careless excuse. As clever as Heaton, how could he not understand that she just wanted him to leave first.

"Heaton, leave quickly! I'm begging you."

Verian saw that the fire had come inside and pushed him harder. However, his embrace was too strong that she was unable to break free. She could only beg him helplessly.

After searching Jean's body several times, Yandel still could not find the key. He lost his patience and senses and roared angrily, "Jean, I'll give you one last chance! Where the hell is the key!"

Manically, Jean smiled. "The key... I left it in the drain outside! You're so capable. Go and find it. Hahahaha..."

Yandel's eyes sank. "I go out to find the key."

Heaton gently wiped Verian's tears with his fingers. Feeling sorry, he said, "Don't cry. If you cry more, you’ll infect the wound on your face."

Verian held his neck with her hand. "Heaton..."

Heaton tightly held her back. Closing his eyes, he said, "Don't be afraid. There'll be people who’ll come to our rescue soon."

The fire was getting huge as the factory’s temperature began to skyrocket.

Jean crawled over and reached for a bag of flour!

Heaton's black eyes trembled. However, it was too late to stop her. Jean sprinkled all the flour at the fire!

Heaton held Verian and pressed her to the ground, guarding her firmly in his arms!

The whole factory blew up with a bang.

Verian clearly felt the ground shake. The man protecting her embraced her tightly in his arms and used his hoarse voice to say in her ear with much difficulty, "Rainie, don't be afraid. I'm here."