Fatal Affair

Chapter Twenty-Four

The music in the room suddenly stopped, causing everyone to pause. David's voice rang out, "I knew you would mess up the mission, Olivia, but I didn't expect you to be in such a sorry state. Come back home with me, Olivia."

The "Mad Dog" became alert, standing up without even putting on his pants. His hands searched for the gun hidden under the sofa cushion, shouting, "Is this person here to die!"

David didn't hesitate or waste any words. Even the people in the private room couldn't see how David pulled out the gun. He transformed into a cowboy from the Wild West, a silenced pistol swiftly appearing in his hand, while at the same time, David pulled the trigger.

A small hole appeared on the Mad Dog's forehead, and the rotating bullet blew off the back of his head, causing him to slump back on the sofa, brain matter splattering everywhere.

David didn't spare any of the Mad Dog's henchmen either, swiftly giving each of these unsuspecting gangsters a bullet, ending their lives.

With her last ounce of strength, Olivia bit down fiercely. The gang member who had just received oral s*x from her didn't even have time to pull out his p***s before he recoiled in pain.

David didn't waste any bullets. He used the heel of his shoe to crush the gang member's throat, directly shattering it.

As for Bobby and the man penetrating Olivia anally, they couldn't escape either. Olivia's force caused her v****a and intestines to contract continuously, locking their p*****s in place, making their movements sluggish.

Taking advantage of their distraction caused by David and their brief confusion, Olivia struck back.

Olivia flipped over, using her core strength to kick away the guy behind her, while simultaneously headbutting Bobby's nose, causing him to involuntarily jerk his head back in pain.

Although Olivia's arm was injured, her mouth still worked. She lowered her head and bit into Bobby's throat.

The frenzied Bobby couldn't respond, as David swiftly dealt with him using the gun.

As for the guy who had been kicked away by Olivia earlier, he also met his end.

Even the women in the private room, whether there voluntarily or being held captive, were silenced by David and Olivia after seeing their faces.

Before long, the private room fell silent, with only David and Sophia left alive.

Olivia slumped on the ground, struggling to clear her nose and ears of foreign objects, pretending to speak casually.

In reality, she didn't want David to see her in this state; it was too embarrassing. All of Olivia's toughness at the moment was just a facade.

"The soundproofing in the Mad Dog's private room is good. He didn't expect that no one could hear the girl's screams, nor could anyone hear the gunshots in the room," Olivia said.

David placed his hand on Olivia's head, disregarding the dirt in her hair, petting her like a puppy.

Then David took off his coat and draped it over Olivia. He lifted Sophia around the waist, like a groom would carry a bride. Olivia blushed, leaning against David's sturdy chest.

In a low voice, Olivia said, with a hint of melancholy in her voice, "David, I'm sorry. I thought I could handle everything."

"I told you, why do you think I came here?" David said. "I'm here to clean up after your failures. But I'm sorry I arrived late and put you in such great danger."

Olivia's whole body trembled. It was the first time David had spoken so tenderly, and also the first time he had apologized.

Olivia wanted nothing more than to be held by David for the rest of her life, to forever lie in his strong arms, resting her head against his chest.

But before Olivia could finish her endearments, David's demeanor turned cold. "Olivia, you're a killer. You must have some recovery ability. Once you've rested, go back to the company and complete the mission report."

"David, what are you going to do?" Olivia couldn't help but ask, wondering what could be so important that it would make workaholic David set aside his work.