The doors and windows immediately slammed shut, with bullets whizzing through the windows from time to time, shattering the glass into fragments!
The guests took shelter in the hall, behind sofas, under tables, beside walls, each desperately curling up, fearing being hit by stray bullets.
The older ones managed to remain composed, while the younger ones, who had never experienced such a firefight, turned deathly pale with fright.
Violet Nelson was the most panicked of all; she had lived a sheltered life in Kingsley, where the security was watertight, with constant police watch. She had scarcely even seen a robbery, let alone a gun attack!
Gerald Graves was completely at a loss.
Was he really going to kick the bucket on his birthday?
He was only twenty-one! In the prime of his youth, he hadn't lived life to the fullest yet!
The sound of gunfire grew closer; bullets flew in from outside, striking the cups and plates on the table and exploding with a bang, startling everyone.
