Married a Secret Billionaire
Chapter 638

Cordelia pretended to take the pills, but she had grabbed some soil when she felt the flower pot by the window just now. While Phil was distracted, she threw the handful of soil into his eyes. "Ah!" Phil covered his eyes.

Cordelia took the opportunity to run out, pulling Zennie with her.

A few steps into the cafe's yard, Phil had come out in pursuit. His hand was going for Zennie's neck, but a bullet went right through his scapula with a loud bang accompanied by a bright flare. Phil fell to the ground with a thud, curling up in pain.

Cordelia pulled Zennie to run without turning back. Robert was outside to pick them up.

Zephyr stayed back to clear the place. He stood before Phil with a blank face as he watched blood oozing from the latter's shoulder.

The gunpoint smoked, the burnt smell of gunfire lingering in the air.

The battle was going to be over soon.

Zephyr lifted his hand with a smirk. He was going to add another shot to end everything, but the moment he pulled the trigger, Phil struggled up from the floor with a growl.

The shot hit the ground with sparks flying.

A shadow flashed past Zephyr's eyes. Phil had somehow pulled a dagger out and was going toward him with it. He avoided it swiftly and kicked Phil's wrist. The latter was wounded, so he was not able to last long, falling to the ground again after some staggering.

The bodyguards who were hiding around swarmed over to catch him.

A few packets of pills fell out of Phil, and they were collected by the police who arrived.

"You keep, sell, and instigate others to take drugs!" The police officer looked at Phil. "That's not all. You attempt to harm others! With these crimes combined, you're done for! Take him back!"

"Wait." Zephyr's voice was low. "Officer, he's injured..."

"Oh, it's fine! I know that you're defending yourself..."

"I didn't mean that." Zephyr's gaze was deep and dark as he stared at Phil. "I hope he can be treated first, and I'd like to ask him what conflict he has with the Hamertons!"

Phil was wheeled into the operation ward, but no nurse attended to him. Everyone heard that he could likely be a death row prisoner and had done tons of abominable things, so they ignored him without a word.

Phil's wound was briefly bandaged, and the seconds he spent in the operation theater felt like years.

His wound stopped bleeding, but he was still weak. The bullet was still in his body and might have hit his bone as the agonizing pain that came up from time to time ground his patience away.

He did not know how long he had waited when the door to the ward opened. He turned and made out the man in scrubs standing before him despite the dim light.

Phil widened his eyes instantly, and two words left his lips after some time. "Seth... Stafford?"

"So, you know me." Seth turned around to gesture to two assistant doctors to come in. "I'm the surgeon today to extract the bullet out of you."

Seth pulled up a scalpel.

He thought of the grievances and humiliation Zennie had been through during this time and recalled the obscene photos Zephyr had shown him... He had rushed back before he could finish his seminar in Jangasas.

The moment he was back, he met this sc*m.

Seth bit his lips, his hand holding the scalpel shaking.

"You... operate on me now!" Phil panted, drenched in sweat. "Do it now!"

Seth focused and looked at him seriously.

"Phil Nelson, as a doctor, I'll ensure you live.

"But as someone who protects Zennie, I..." He licked his lips and uttered word by word, "I'll make sure you wish you were dead!"

Phil panicked. "W-What are you going to do?"