The first shot shattered through the glass door. The second went off target, ricocheting out of control.
Crash—!
The entire glass wall exploded, shards bursting outward in a storm of razor-edged fragments.
The tycoon flinched, turning sideways and pressing himself against the sofa, shielding his body as glass sprayed across the room. His face turned dark with shock and anger.
Lucien didn't give anyone time to react.
He moved instantly.
In one swift motion, he disarmed the fallen guard, tossed the gun aside, and knocked him out with a sharp strike. The remaining guards rushed in—but Lucien was faster. Elbows, knees, clean and efficient. Within seconds, they were all down, the situation barely under control.
At the same time, the stray second bullet struck the tall man standing beside the delicate-looking young aristocrat—hitting him in the thigh.
He let out a choked groan. His leg gave out, and he stumbled forward.
The floor was covered in shattered glass.
He fell hard—straight into it.
He didn't get back up.
It all happened in seconds.
The young aristocrat stood frozen, his body trembling violently.
He had seen everything.
Tiffany's kick.
The table overturning.
The misfire.
Everything traced back to her.
He didn't cry. He just stared at Tiffany, his eyes burning with hatred.
Then he turned and ran for the emergency exit. His people were already waiting. Within moments, he disappeared down the stairwell.
The tycoon, still shaken, looked at the fallen guards and the dead man. His anger exploded.
"This is outrageous! Go after them! I don't care how far they run—bring them back!"
Shen Chen knew they couldn't stay.
"Let's go."
He grabbed Tiffany's hand, and they rushed out, slipping through the chaos and down the stairs.
They had just reached the street corner—
When several figures lunged out of the shadows, surrounding Lucien without hesitation.
They were here for him.
Tiffany's heart tightened. She assumed they were the tycoon's men and instantly went on guard.
What she didn't know was that they had been sent by someone else—someone backing her—to take Lucien away.
"Take him!" the leader ordered.
Lucien expression turned cold. He pulled Tiffany behind him and stepped forward to meet them.
The fight broke out instantly.
Blows collided. Grunts filled the air. One man was cut by a hidden blade, another dropped from a brutal elbow strike. The scene descended into chaos.
Tiffany didn't hesitate. She moved in sync with Lucien , striking when she could, helping him keep them under control.
After several exchanges, the attackers failed to gain the upper hand. Unable to capture him, they finally pulled back.
No time to waste.
The two of them quickly headed for their pickup point.
Her boyfriend was already waiting in the car.
To avoid attention, the front passenger seat had been left empty, making the car look abandoned at a glance.
Tiffany and Lucien yanked open the back door and slipped inside.
"Hold on," the driver said quietly.
The car pulled away immediately—headlights dimmed, engine low—fast, silent, and gone before anyone could catch up.