Chapter 579 Your Woman Will Die
Zayla pressed her lips without saying a word.
A severe tearing sensation swept through her skin, accompanied by pain from her feet, as if an invisible force was attacking the inside of her body.
A strong smell of blood surged in her throat.
Suddenly, Zayla spat out a mouthful of blood.
Lincoln held her in his arms.
"Zayla!"
Zayla raised her hand and wiped the blood on the corner of her mouth with difficulty.
"I, I'm fine. I'm just... too tired."
She rested her face on his shoulder and tried to hide her painful expression at this moment, but she kept trembling.
Seeing this, Jasmine laughed wildly.
"You can't have the man I fail to get."
She laughed hysterically.
Lincoln wore a cold expression and took a pistol from his pocket, pulling the trigger!
There were two gunshots.
The bullets hit Jasmine's thigh.
She staggered and bent her legs, kneeling on the ground with a plop.