Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Chapter 603

Tara finally pulled out her phone, her hands trembling as she dialed the police. Meanwhile, Chloe and her group had already left with Linda, while the remaining guests huddled together. Everyone was on edge; the lights had been out, but now the room was fully illuminated, leaving no shadows for danger to lurk. The Moncada family’s security team was on the scene, and today's guest list was packed with high-profile individuals, including Riverbrook’s Police Chief, Logan.

Since the chaos began, people were either gawking at the drama or fearing for their own safety. Logan, however, was methodically observing the scene. After the bride and groom exited, he secured the banquet hall doors. Suddenly, Logan stood up, his voice cutting through the murmurs, “After the gunshot, aside from those four, no one has left this banquet hall.” The crowd buzzed with whispers until someone piped up, “Chief Logan, are you saying the shooter is still among us?”

Logan affirmed, “From now on, nobody leaves. We will find the shooter!”

Lisa’s face drained of color. Ricky, always causing more problems than solving them, was supposed to target Chloe but ended up hitting Linda. Her eyes scanned the crowd for Ricky, who was now in a panic. Despite his years in the underworld, engaging in all sorts of schemes, he had never actually killed anyone. But he was lured by the thought of taking fifty million to Vegas for a wild gamble, and he loathed Chloe for tricking him and costing him a finger, leading him to agree to Lisa’s plan.

When it came time to shoot, Ricky’s nerves got the best of him, especially as a white figure lunged toward him. In his panic, he couldn’t stop himself from pulling the trigger, and the bullet hit Mrs. Moncada, the bride. Knowing his plan had failed, he thought about fleeing, but the lights unexpectedly came back on. Lisa had promised to cut the power to aid his escape, but she didn’t follow through. What was she playing at? And now, with the Chief of Police on a mission to catch him, there was no way out.

Ricky tried to hide the gun in his jacket, planning to casually make his way to the door and slip out. But his nerves betrayed him, causing him to stumble, and the gun clattered to the floor. People nearby gasped in shock before someone screamed, “The shooter’s here!” This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Ricky acted fast, snatching the gun and waving it at the crowd. “Stay back, or I’ll shoot!” he warned. People scattered, but Logan moved closer. “Why did you shoot Mrs. Moncada?” he asked calmly.

“I don’t know, just let me go!” Ricky was frantic, his gun trained on anyone who dared move. “Give yourself up. You’re not getting out of this,” Logan urged.

Surrender meant certain doom for Ricky. Meanwhile, Lisa was teetering on the edge of panic too. Ricky couldn’t be caught; if he was, he’d expose her, and she’d be charged with hiring a hitman—a serious crime. Unnoticed, Lisa had already positioned herself near a table close to Ricky.