Chapter 3693


    Chapter 3693


    Chapter 3693 – No matter how capable Mr. Dunn was, he was still just a man


    —and an old one at that. He was almost eighty, a few years older than her, and still working for her.


    But no matter how strong he was, he couldn’tpete with younger people like Zachary.


    He wasn’t invincible.


    Just like Mr. Jimenez—he had been powerful too, but the assassins she sent nearly killed him. Even


    though he survived, he was seriously injured and had suffered from pain and illness for decades.


    If it weren’t for a miracle doctor, Mr. Jimenez wouldn’t be alive today.


    rissa didn’t want to believe things were hopeless. She tried calling Mr. Dunn again.


    The call connected, but he didn’t answer.


    The phone rang for a long time, but there was still no answer.


    She called again. Still nothing.


    It felt like her heart was falling into a bottomless pit.


    Coldness and despair crept up from her feet, spreading through her entire body, leaving her heart


    frozen.


    It was over. Completely over.


    She hadn’t managed to kill any of them, couldn’t escape, and even her assistant was likely dead.


    Looking at her daughter, kneeling and begging her to stop, and at her three sons standing by


    Holden, waiting for the ambnce, rissa smiled through her tears.


    The one who truly cared for her was her daughter. She felt guilt toward her older and younger


    sisters and was ashamed to face them.


    As a mother, she was too embarrassed to face Kathryn.


    “Kathryn, stand up!” rissa called, telling her daughter to stop bowing. If Kathryn hurt herself, it


    would break her heart as a mother.


    “I made mistakes, but there’s no way to undo them now,” rissa said to her daughter. “Kathryn,


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    “Pedro, I hope you’ll remember what I asked of you and what you promised me. Kathryn, I’m


    leaving her to you. Take care of her.”


    rissa knew there was no turning back, but she couldn’t face prison. She’d rather die than be


    locked up. She didn’t want to endure the shame and insults from everyone.


    For decades, as the head of the family, she pushed out anyone who opposed her, took away


    benefits from many family members, and gathered all the power into her own hands.


    She had made too many enemies.


    While people in the family showed her respect, secretly they wished for her downfall. She didn’t fear


    enemies. She’d even killed her sister, who raised her—why would she care about offending others?


    But after all the things she’d done, all the enemies she made, the power she built now benefited her


    eldest sister’s descendants. It made her angry.


    But what could she do now?


    She had taken what wasn’t hers, and now it was slipping away.


    rissa raised her pistol again toward the people below.


    There were only two bullets left in the gun—she had already fired three.


    Seeing this, the police shouted for everyone to move back. Luckily, the yard of the Farrell family


    mansion was big, so when people retreated to the edges, they were several hundred meters from


    the main house.


    rissa’s old pistol had a short range.


    As long as they stayed far enough, she wouldn’t be able to hit them.


    It was also night, and though the yard was well-lit, it wasn’t as bright as daytime. rissa, at


    seventy, didn’t have the eyesight she used to.