CHAPTER 395: CHAPTER 395: LOVE AND HATE ENTWINED

Scrapper’s purpose this time was just to capture a woman, so he didn’t come fully prepared to fight.

But even if his lackeys were only armed with watermelon knives, Anna didn’t feel confident escaping into the unfamiliar wilderness with Riley.

She took Scrapper’s gun just in case.

Never expected she’d have to use it, and in such a dramatic way.

What’s so jaw-dropping about it? Anna fired two shots that pierced Scrapper’s left and right palms.

Those were the same unlucky chicken claws he had boasted about using to touch Anna.

Key point is, Scrapper was about to ambush Anna and Riley, and it’s already hard enough to aim at moving targets, let alone nimble hands that are small and fast.

After firing, Anna’s face was so calm it was unsettling, she didn’t even blink. To the extent that Scrapper hadn’t realized yet that both his hands were shot through.

Anyone with some skill could tell Anna wasn’t firing a gun for the first time; she didn’t show any signs of panic, her eyes were sharp at that moment.

And she didn’t even fixate on the target, such precise shooting!

Realizing the situation was out of hand, Scrapper covered his injured hands and jumped out of the car to run.

As he turned, Anna aimed the gun at his head.

If she pulled the trigger, bang — Scrapper would definitely become a dead chicken with its brain blown!

But to easily deal with the remaining lackeys, Anna didn’t do it.

At that moment, Anna looked completely different than ever, not mesmerizing or resilient, a side neither Finn nor Conrad had seen.

As the mess was quickly cleaned up, Anna’s expression gradually returned to normal.

She first looked at Finn and also asked him, "How’s the filming going?"

"Don’t worry, I asked the director for leave on your behalf. You were working nonstop, exhausted like a dog, now you’re sick and want to take a couple days off. Who would object? No one suspects a thing!"

"You’re the one exhausted like a dog!" Anna retorted at Finn.

Conrad was completely ignored!

Ignored like a bright bulb that sparkles while dripping blood!

He was beaten up by some hooligans, hit squarely on the forehead with a brick. Even though his hair covered the wound, it was clearly significant. Blood seeping from his temple stained half his handsome face, making him look like a night-killer wearing a half-mask, exuding a heavy and bloody aura.

He stepped towards Anna, and Finn immediately, not wanting to be outdone, closed in first. Showing off his shoulder that was deliberately wounded and still bleeding, he displayed it to Anna: "Sss! These injuries were suffered for you!"

"And here!" He lifted his blood-stained shirt, revealing a wound on his lower abdomen, "I don’t have a driver’s license. After all, I saved you from danger, having you personally take me to the hospital isn’t too much to ask, right?"

Anna was too lazy to debunk him, merely raising an eyebrow: "Wasn’t your license revoked? How’d you drive here?"

Upon hearing this, Finn turned his head slightly awkwardly, already heading to his car while urging, "Hurry up! These bastards hit pretty hard; wait longer and I might bleed out and pass out!"

Anna: "..."

Just as Anna hesitated whether to voice a complaint, Conrad stepped in to voice for her: "Idiot!"

Who that was referring to, Finn or himself, was unclear.

All in all, President Sterling struggled and fought only to have his credit stolen, leaving him quite frustrated!

But did you think he’d say anything to Anna?

Actually, he said nothing!

He merely walked up to Anna and then slightly bent over... to take the unconscious Riley.

Instead, when Anna left the car and saw Conrad directly carrying Riley back to the car, she couldn’t help but glance over.

Finn, fearing Anna would be snatched away, drove his car up to her and aggressively honked, immediately switching himself into the driver’s seat.

Anna stood in the spot, her expression cold, as she lingered for a moment, looking at the chaotic truck bed.

Conrad and Finn should be able to handle it, right!

Best not to provoke that person!

...

In the end, Anna was so bothered by Finn’s honking that she got into his car.

Taking the man to the hospital!

Once she was in the car, the man, who was clamoring about nearly passing out a moment ago, immediately perked up and began probing, "You have a good shot, definitely experienced!"

Finn had good perception; even if Anna had learned shooting before, facing live bullets and targets wouldn’t allow her to remain so calm.

This woman, Anna, intrigued him more and more.

Though she appeared to joke around and chat, she’s really tight-lipped, unwilling to disclose anything she didn’t want to.

Even under Finn’s sharp gaze, she managed to remain expressionless and blatantly change the subject: "Got anything else to say? If not, I suggest you press down on your wound and rest with your eyes closed!"

Upon hearing this, Finn obediently pressed down his wound and closed his eyes.

Yet, his mouth kept going, "Never heard before you had this skill!"

"It’s not some convenient skill useful for everyday life, why bring it up?"

It certainly wasn’t like other hobbies, like singing or dancing, to be shown off any time and put on a resume to earn favor for education or job prospects.

Anna couldn’t carry a gun around, ready to perform a shooting show at any prompt.

Moreover, flaunting this skill might not only fail to earn job prestige points but might even lead to alarm and reporting.

In a sense, she’s right, yet Finn wasn’t easily fooled.

Despite his poor mental state, Finn’s intelligence surpassed the average.

"You could defend yourself, then Scrapper shouldn’t have been a threat, right? Were you pretending to be obedient just to watch Conrad get beaten?" Finn asked.

"Some things are better left unspoken even if known!"

Does Anna’s answer mean she doesn’t deny it?

Upon hearing this, Finn was instantly pleased: "Haha, seems you’re like me, can’t stand that Sterling guy!"

However, laughing at first, Finn then smiled less brightly.

Just as he could see Conrad didn’t actually need to act weak, but still played the sympathy card.

Anna surely saw through it too!

Conrad isn’t a naive type, neither is this woman a plain and innocent type.

One pretends to suffer, the other uses the knife; these two clearly understand each other’s game.

And what does Finn count as wedged between them? Being wounded so badly!

Inexplicably, he felt a bit heartache!

To hell with love and rivalry!

Bah!

The thought of such a relationship crossed Finn’s mind, he must be insane!