Chapter 490

Oliver Stone's head was bleeding like crazy, the wound tearing his scalp open. His body swayed for a second before collapsing to the ground. Within moments, dark red blood spread out beneath him, soaking the floor—he looked like a horror scene come to life. Olivia Hale still had the disintegrator clutched in her hand, blood smearing the metal. She flinched and let it drop, her voice trembling, “I just killed someone... I actually killed him…” Panic took over. Jail, a death sentence—her thoughts were in chaos. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking as she yanked open the car door and stumbled in behind the wheel. Staring at the man lying motionless on the pavement, her breath hitched. Her face twitched uncontrollably, and in one shaky motion, she slammed the pedal, tires screaming as she sped away. The red sports car took a sharp turn and disappeared fast. Not long after she'd gone, Oliver Stone’s fingers twitched—once, twice—then he groaned and pushed himself off the ground, drenched head to