In the dark wedding hall, the screams continued. Everyone was fleeing outside, and there was chaos everywhere. The Sanders' guards did not dare to act rashly. They maintained the sound of the scene, which was of no use in the current situation since it was all out of control.
Edward dragged Jeanne to a dark corner. Edward, who had a gunshot wound on his leg, sat on the ground, pulling Jeanne into his arms. She struggled but could not break free from his brutality. The difference in strength between her and Edward was frightening!
Jeanne gritted her teeth. She really wanted to shoot this man to death. However, she could not bring herself to do it. She failed each time she tried. She was so angry that her body trembled.
"It feels like you're about to smoke from anger." Edward's playful voice sounded beside her ear.
