My Unwanted Husband Is A Lethal Boss

zzles pointed directly at the back of Holden's skull. The sha

urgical, pinpoint knife-hand strike directly to Dr. Vance's carotid sinus

claw his eyes out. Holden caught her by the waist and tossed h

hands shook violently as he aimed it at Holden's c

ng rumble that carried a physical weight. The sheer, suffocating

oved with terrifying speed. He grabbed the ruined edg

ss the old man's sternum. He pinpointed the exact loca

led all his physical strength into a precise, targeted strike. Without warning, he drove his fist down. He struck Alistair's lower left ribcage with absolute,

auma. Her eyes rolled back, and she fa

ally as she called him a murderer,

d into three specific nerve clusters along Alistair's spine with a brutal, rhythmic pressure. It was an extreme acupressure technique utilize

ofa like a fish pulled from water, a horrifyin

igger. But his terror threw his aim off. The bullet

threw his broad shoulders over Alistair, letting the heavy

air's back one more time, deliver

oodshot. He lurched forward and violently vomited a m

s the chest of the newly conscious Dr. Van

hue drained from Alistair's face. His chest began t

tached suddenly chimed. The flatline br

den, who was calmly wiping the old man's black blood off his

at. He scrambled on his hands and knees to

ling the strong, thumping pulse.

is voice cracked as he asked if that was the lost, class

ix of annoyance and nervous deflection. "An old mercenary doc taught me some dirty trench tricks overseas," h

g the floor with a heavy clatter. His knees buckle

eyelashes. She looked at her grandfather breathing steadily, and th

s breathing was heavy, but his eyes locked on

er to help him sit up. His piercing gaze swept over h