If You're Going to Sell Yourself, Sell It to Me - Chapter 122

Willow crawled over to Georgiana, dropped to his knees before her, and placed the gun on the ground. A thoroughly servile expression filled his face.

“Georgiana, I’m really sorry for everything. I won’t ever do it again.”

Even as he pleaded with clasped hands, his damned little sister’s expression remained cold as ever.

Willow couldn’t help but find her unfamiliar for the first time. Her marksmanship had improved, but more than that, she now radiated a strength he had never seen before.

It must be the result of bad influence.

She used to cower endlessly whenever she stood before him.

Willow glared at the tall man standing behind her, the one pointing a gun at him.

He was consumed with jealousy over the man’s handsome face and elegant demeanor—things he himself lacked.

With a face like that, of course Georgiana would fall for him.

If that man hadn’t shown up, everything would’ve gone the way Willow wanted. He would have raked in cash at the ballet theater, earned an unimaginable reward from Georgiana’s biological family,

and even married her.

All of it was ruined because of him.

Looking down at Willow, Georgiana snapped coldly, “I didn’t expect an apology. You could’ve just stayed away and let me live in peace. What terrible crime do you think I committed that you had to come all the way here?”

“Crime—what crime? I just wanted to live like we used to. Come back to your family now. I’ve forgiven you for shooting me.”

Georgiana scoffed at his words. “Back to the days of verbal and physical abuse? I never had a single peaceful night back then. How can you be so shameless? Take your people and leave. If you don’t, even if you’re my brother, I won’t let you live.”

The muzzle of Georgiana’s gun pointed squarely at his left chest.

Willow could see in her eyes the same determination she had when she last shot him. She wasn’t bluffing.

Besides, the people who had come with him would never let Georgiana be harmed. Willow knew he had no allies here.

He also sensed that this might be his only chance to take revenge on Georgiana.

If he couldn’t have her, there was no reason to let anyone else have her either.

Willow lowered his head in a pitiful manner, calculating the time it would take to reach the gun with a side glance.

“Still, we’ve got old ties. Please forgive me.”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Nonsense? Our mother’s sick, and I’ve decided to come to my senses now.”

“And someone like that storms in here with a pack of thugs?”

Georgiana remained unmoved by his excuses.

Willow thumped his chest on purpose and shouted indignantly, “That’s because the guy you’re with isn’t right in the head! He’s deceiving you. He set me up with gambling debts just to get you on that ship!”

“What?”

For the first time, Georgiana’s eyes wavered. Still keeping the muzzle aimed at his chest, she turned her head to look at the man called Locke.

“Is what he said true?”

“……”

Willow had blurted it out as a wild guess, but when the man stayed silent, it seemed to be true. A wound washed over Georgiana’s face.

Willow’s expression turned triumphant. “See? I was right. So come with me. Leave that guy.”

As Willow crawled toward her, Georgiana took a step back. The pain on her face had already disappeared.

“Even if that’s true, there must have been a reason. He’s not like you. He’s not someone who would do such things without a reason. And besides—”

Locke’s eyes behind her shook violently at her words.

“Locke has already paid enough for deceiving me. I won’t blame him for it anymore.”

Georgiana was completely bewitched by the man—no words would change her mind now.

Then there was no other way.

Willow took advantage of the moment when her aim faltered, feigned a collapse to grab the gun, and in one swift motion, placed his finger on the trigger.

“If you’re going to keep acting like this, I have no choice. We won’t get out of here anyway, so let’s go to hell together.”

Willow quickly raised the gun and aimed it at Georgiana’s chest.

“Are you crazy?”

Standing beside Willow, Renan turned pale and shoved him away. The bullet he fired soared uselessly into the air.

Willow tried to pull the trigger again, but Georgiana moved far quicker.

Without a hint of hesitation, she fired at Willow’s right arm.

With a groan of pain, Willow dropped the gun and saw his vision stained red in an instant.

Hot blood streamed from his tattered sleeve.

He briefly feared that both his hands might now be ruined, but upon seeing that Georgiana had stopped short of killing him, he sneered inwardly.

Even if she had changed, she was still weak at heart.

But the sneer quickly faded.

Step by step, Georgiana drew closer and cocked the gun.

As if there would be no mercy this time, the barrel now pointed at his head.

Her voice, as cold and rough as her expression, flowed out. “As long as one of us lives, this will keep happening. I won’t let myself or the people around me be in danger anymore. Goodbye.”

Willow knew it was over.

And still, there was no remorse in him.

“Let’s see how well you live after harming your own family. I’ll curse you forever—”

Bang.

Before he could finish, blood burst from his chest.

Georgiana looked down at his twitching, fallen body with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

She hadn’t pulled the trigger.

Whipping around, she found Locke beside her, head slightly tilted, holding the gun.

“Even if he was a monster, I couldn’t let your hands be stained with his blood. Let me handle the end.”

Locke shot Willow once more.

Willow’s spasming body finally stilled.

Everyone around them watched in silence.

Tears hotter than blood streamed down Georgiana’s face as she confirmed his death.

The unprovoked violence, the ruthless acts—they all flashed before her eyes like a theater scene, then scattered without a trace.

It was a wretched yet empty end for the villain.

Slowly approaching, Georgiana closed Willow’s bulging eyes.

She wished never to see him again—not even in dreams.

Neigh!

At that moment, a nearby carriage suddenly charged toward her.

“Willow!”

The one driving it and screaming in rage was their father.

Robert, who had intended to flee during the confusion, now turned the carriage toward Locke and Georgiana.

Willow had been the only family he truly clung to, and forgetting everything he had done, he raced toward them with a face full of hatred.

The horses, struck by his savage whip, went wild. Others fired at the carriage, but it approached too quickly to be stopped in time.

Just as the raised hooves came down toward Georgiana, Locke threw himself into the path and rolled with her in his arms.

A sharp cry escaped his lips as his shoulder was crushed from the impact.

“Locke!”

Breaking free from his arms, Georgiana’s eyes widened as she checked his wound.

At that very moment, a searing pain shot through her scalp.

Robert had grabbed her hair and whipped the reins again.

Georgiana, half-hanging from the carriage, was dragged along.

No one could fire—if he let go, she might fall to her death. All they could do was stomp their feet in frustration.

As Robert tried to escape the way he came, several carriages and a troop of cavalrymen appeared ahead.

It looked like an entire unit had arrived, far too many to break through.

Robert barely managed to halt the horses before crashing into one of the oncoming carriages.

“Argh!”

Seizing the moment, Georgiana bit down on his hand and leapt from the carriage, dashing toward the mansion.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

Just as Robert aimed to shoot at Georgiana, the air erupted with gunfire.

A blond old gentleman had leapt down from another carriage, now pointing his still-smoking barrel at the dying Robert.

“You dared try to kill my granddaughter?”

Through his blurring vision, Robert vaguely recognized the face of the Supreme Commander from the newspapers.