Chapter 437

The sudden gunshots made everyone jump. The bodyguard who got hit grabbed his wound and crumpled to the ground, looking like he was about to die.

"Damn, it's gotta be Paxton. He's lost it, using a sniper rifle." Michael spotted the factory up ahead and was ready to charge in with Isabella.

But Isabella held him back.

"Sweetie, those workers are innocent. We can't drag them into this. We need to get out of here." Her face was pale, but her eyes were full of determination.

Michael clenched his jaw and nodded, pulling Isabella close.

"Everyone, get in the car and go!" Michael shielded Isabella as they made their way to the car.

The bodyguards formed a wall in front of Michael, blocking the sniper's line of sight.

"Mr. Barnett, call the cops now. They're after me; I need to lead them away." Isabella shouted out the window once they were in the car.

When the shots rang out, the workers ducked for cover. Even without Isabella's warning, they would've called the cops.

"Ms. Taylor, stay safe!" Harlan yelled, covering his head.

In the distance, the sniper watched the cars speed away and slammed the ground in frustration. "Damn it, they got away."

He listened to the next order in his earpiece, packed up his sniper rifle, and headed to a nearby SUV. He got in and started chasing after Michael and his crew.

In the car, Isabella clung to Michael, anxiously checking her phone. The signal was spotty out here, and she couldn't get a call through.

"It's okay, babe, I've got you." Michael looked at her with a gentle smile, his eyes calm and steady.

Hearing Michael's words, Isabella started to relax. "You're right. We've got plenty of bodyguards. We'll make it out of this."

If she looked up, she'd see a flicker of worry in Michael's eyes.

Usually, Paxton's guys only used regular handguns, so Michael's team didn't have much to worry about. They could get away safely.

But now Paxton was losing it. Using a sniper meant he didn't care about the rules anymore.

Even though the cops usually stayed out of the feuds between the big families, using a sniper rifle was a big no-no.

By deploying a sniper, if Paxton let Isabella and Michael get away, the cops would definitely step in.

Meanwhile, Paxton had already taken Pearl's body out of the hospital with Zoey.

With one phone call, Paxton could get the best coffin delivered and have an embalmer dress Pearl up with silicone limbs.

Inside the coffin, Pearl looked stunning. She had a wig, bright makeup, and her silicone arms gently resting on her abdomen. She wore a beautiful red dress, her favorite outfit when she was alive.

Right now, Pearl looked like a sleeping beauty, just as she did at parties.

Paxton brought Pearl's coffin back to the Brown Villa and gathered the family for her memorial service.

The family was stunned by the news of Pearl's death. Some of them hadn't even grasped what was happening when they were called and showed up not dressed in black.

Inside the Brown Villa, Pearl's coffin was laid out, surrounded by white flowers. Paxton and Zoey stood quietly in front of it, looking at her.

The other family members wanted to ask questions but were too intimidated by Paxton's presence to approach. Even Damian, who usually craved attention, kept his mouth shut.

Those not dressed in black were even more hesitant. Their outfits were inappropriate for the occasion, so they kept quiet to avoid becoming targets of Paxton's anger.

The atmosphere was heavy and somber, like a funeral.

Zoey's face was blank. She had cried so much at the hospital that she had no tears left. Besides missing her daughter, a burning hatred kept her standing there.

The tension grew, and some people started to fidget.

Finally, Paxton broke the silence. "My daughter is dead, but I know who did it."

His low voice echoed through the room.

Everyone exchanged glances and then looked at Damian. His eyes twitched, and he cursed the cowardly family members in his mind before stepping up to Paxton.

"Mr. Brown, we're all devastated by Pearl's death. We all want justice for her, but can you tell us who did this?" Damian asked cautiously.

Paxton glanced at Damian and replied coolly, "Are you asking because you're worried I'll make powerful enemies and want to advise me to back off?"

Damian's face showed a hint of embarrassment. "Why would I think that? Pearl was family. The scumbag who did this deserves to pay. How could we just let it go?"

Paxton suddenly smirked, his eyes cold. "Don't think I don't know about the fake diary."

At the mention of the diary, the family members' faces changed. They all knew about the forgery.

"I used to be willing to sacrifice everything for this family, but now my daughter is dead! All I want is revenge! I don't care who the killer is or what their status is. Anyone who stands in my way will pay with their life!" Paxton's voice was as cold as ice.

The family members wanted to speak, but Paxton waved his hand. His men rushed forward, pointing guns at everyone in the room.