'Why did he collapse from a single shot to the back? Why did he become so weak just from losing some blood?'
'So, is everything in the movies a lie?!'
Hearing her, Seth Quinn couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, though his brow furrowed in pain as the movement pulled at his wound.
'Dominant CEOs are human, too. No matter how overbearing, they're still flesh and blood; they can't withstand bullets and blades.'
'They bleed when they're stabbed or shot, and they die if the wound is serious enough.'
'Still, he didn't think his wound was actually that severe. It was just that he'd lost a lot of blood, and he'd collapsed simply because he couldn't stay on his feet.'
'The bullet had hit his back; it hadn't gone straight for his heart.'
But looking at Clara Grant's panicked expression, Seth Quinn had a thought. 'If I act like I'm seriously injured right now—or even... on the verge of death—she would surely forgive me for everything I've done, right?'
