His Housewife Had Secret Identities novel Chapter 873

BANG!

The gunshot was sudden, catching everyone completely off guard.

As a spray of blood and gore erupted, Jonathan moved instantly, covering Niamh’s eyes with his hand. The warmth of his palm helped soothe the shock of the gunshot, even though she had known for the past hour that this sound was an inevitability.

Though the VIP lounge was spacious, the metallic scent of blood quickly began to permeate the air. Time seemed to freeze.

Niamh didn’t move. Jonathan didn’t move.

After a long moment, Niamh slowly exhaled and whispered, “...It’s over.”

As she spoke, Jonathan lowered his hand from her eyes. She saw him clearly now—Joker, lying in a pool of his own blood. A living person just moments ago… now a corpse. His lifeless eyes were wide open, staring sightlessly at the ceiling.

Niamh didn't spare the dead man a second glance. She immediately looked up at the viewing gallery, at the representatives from The Vipers' Nest, the Black Serpents, and the Water Ghosts.

“A bet’s a bet. Now that Joker is dead, we can take our hostage, correct?”

The first to his feet was the tattooed man Marina had once called Keen. Even from a distance, Niamh could see the fury and disbelief in his eyes.

“Impossible!” Keen roared. “Joker was our top assassin! How could he possibly lose at a simple game of Russian Roulette?! It must have been you… you two cheated!”

At Keen’s accusation, the Vipers’ Nest henchmen on the floor immediately drew their weapons, aiming them at Niamh and Jonathan. Nearby, Lana, who had just begun to hope for rescue, dissolved into terrified, hysterical sobs.

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