After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire novel Chapter 1202

Chapter 1202 Rescue, Explosion

Inside the cabin, Hannah stared at Doyle and the black pistol in his hand. She felt the muzzle of the pistol press hard against her forehead.

Manuel gave her a direction when he left.

Was he reminding her that the sniper was in the southeast direction? With Manuel's keen sense of the terrain, he could accurately determine the direction a sniper would choose, allowing him to give her a warning in advance.

Hannah tried to calm herself down and said, "Doyle, I can't run away. Before I die, could you please untie me?"

Doyle regarded her suspiciously.

"I don't want to die like this. At least, free my body when I'm gonna die."

Doyle examined Hannah for a few seconds. Then he slowly put down the handgun.

"Even if you just want to live a few more last minutes, I will fulfil your wish," Doyle said. "I love you, Hannah, but unfortunately, you have let me down."

There was no response from her to Doyle. Doyle approached Hannah and helped her untie adjusting her position until she faced southeast while Doyle faced away from the southeast direction as he stood in front of her.

Hannah tried to keep calm and carried on. She couldn't let Doyle notice anything unusual.

Doyle carefully untied the hemp rope from Hannah's arms. Then he squatted down again to untie the rope from her legs and said, "Hannah, don't try anything funny. The gun has no eyes."

"I know," Hannah answered.

Doyle stood up straight and took out the gun, which was aimed at Hannah's forehead again. He said, "Do you have any last words?"

"Does it matter if I say it?"

"Say it out, you can die feeling relaxed."

"Die by your gun, no matter how long after I die, I'll never feel relaxed."

"You still hate me."

"Isn't this the result you want?" Hannah sneered.

Doyle also laughed coldly.

She was right. That was his intention-to make Hannah hate him, to make her regret and to make her feel his pain.

And, now everything could end up here. He would kill Hannah and then himself. That was how they could wipe the slate clean.

Doyle put his finger on the trigger and said to her firmly, "Hannah, I'll be right with you."

She stared at Doyle tightly, watching the bloodlust in his eyes.

Hannah closed her eyes. At that moment, she had prepared for her death. In this life and her previous one, she had experienced too much life and death. Every time, there was still a fear of death in her.