As Darcy spoke, the two cameras moved in closer, zooming in for a tight shot.


    Then, they captured the moment Yvonne viciously kicked Darcy in the chest, swiftly snatching the belt from his hand and wrapping it around his neck, pulling it tight.


    An uproar erupted around them. Even Oscar''s expression changed.


    But Yvonne''s movements were too fast. By the time they reacted and drew their guns, Yvonne already had Darcy in a chokehold.


    "I wouldn''t shoot if I were you, Mr. Rogers. He''s the only brother you''ve got. I can be a bit careless, and if I identally kill him, you''ll regret it for the rest of your life."


    Yvonne tightened the belt again. Darcy gasped for air, his face turning a dark shade of purple.


    "Yvonne, you''re surrounded by my men. You can''t escape. I advise you to let Darcy go right now," Oscar said, his face cold.


    "So what if I can''t escape? At least I''ll have Mr. Darcy Rogers to keep mepany in death. It''s a fair trade,” Yvonne retorted, her grip on the belt unwavering, her face showing no fear.


    Just then, another man entered, dragging Sandra with him.


    The calm expression on Yvonne''s face finally cracked. She stared in shock at Sandra and the man holding a gun to her head.


    The man was in his forties, tall, with a very ordinary face. But it was a face Yvonne would never forget, even in death.


    In her past life, this was the man who had shoved her into the out-of-control car, leaving her to be consumed by mes.


    Yvonne had always believed this man worked for George, but it turned out he was one of Oscar''s men.


    She had been captured while investigating George, and she always assumed George was the one who wanted her dead. But the person who did the deed was actually Oscar.


    At the time, her investigation hadn''t led her to Oscar, yet she had died at the hands of his man. What had she missed?


    "It was much easier to grab your best friend than it was to get you," the man said, pressing the gun against Sandra''s temple Ms. Jones, suggest you release Mr. D''arcy Rogers immediately. Otherwise, your dear friend is going to have her brains blown out."


    "Yvonne, don''t worry about me! I''ve lived long enough! You have to


    these people to justice!" Saving


    shouted, showing no fear despite the gun at her head.


    "Shut up, you bitch! Still running your


    mouth when you''re about to


    The man raised his hand and


    they


    pistol whipped Sandra across the


    head, instantly drawing blood."


    Sandra''s face was covered in blood, but her eyes shone with a fierce light. "Yvonne, don''t let these people get away!"


    Yvonne''s hands trembled uncontrobly, but she kept her grip tight on the belt around Darcy''s neck.


    She knew she couldn''t let go. If she gave in, both she and Sandra would likely die.


    “Sandra isn''t afraid to die, but I wonder if Mr. Darcy Rogers feels the same," Yvonne said, applying a bit more pressure. Darcy began to tremble with fear.


    "Save me! I don''t want to die!" Darcy screamed, iling his arms and legs.


    Oscar''s face turned ashen as he looked at his pathetic brother. He desperately wanted to shut him up.


    In a situation like this, it was a test of who could hold their nerve. And Darcy, a grown man, was lessposed than a woman.


    Neither side would back down, resulting in a stalemate.


    The sky outside gradually darkened. The factory''s stark fluorescent lights flickered on, casting a harsh re.


    The man holding Sandra finally lost his patience. The gun pressed against her head suddenly shifted, pointing at Darcy. He fired several shots.


    "Bang! Bang!"