Making Millions With The Eyes Of God

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Claire turned pale when she saw Brandon landing on the ground several meters away. He groaned in pain, unable to get to his feet..

She only recovered from her shock then and laid her eyes on her rescuer.

That person was wearing a hat and holding a fishing rod. He looked composed and righteous.

Claire froze as she recognized the person as Gilmore, who had been sleeping on the reef and fishing from the sea.

The fishing rod in Gilmore’s hand reminded Claire of the long pole that had knocked Brandon off.

Did Gilmore knock Brandon off his feet with just a fishing rod?

Brandon was unable to get up!

Could Gilmore be an expert fighter?

After quite a while, Claire came to her senses and said to Gilmore with immense gratitude, “Sir, thank you for saving me!” Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Gilmore offered his hand to Claire and said with a smile, “You’re welcome. Are you all right?”

Claire shook her head and replied, “I’m gkay”

She grabbed Gilmore’s hand and slowly rose from the ground.

She was fine except for her sprained right ankle and a few scratches on her right calf.

Other than that, she was all right.

In the near distance, Brandon had been seriously injured by Gilmore’s fishing rod. He couldn’t get up for a long time, but Gilmore’s voice sounded familiar to the car.

As soon as he raised his head and saw Gilmore, he snarled, “Gilmore, it’s you!”

Claire looked curiously at Gilmore and asked, “Your name is Gilmore? Does he know you?”

Gilmore helped Claire to sit down on a rock by the road and replied, “I am. He knows me, and I know him. We’re enemies. I just didn’t expect to run into him doing such a

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terrible thing.”

Upon hearing the part about being “enemies” with Brandon, Claire asked Gilmore wonderingly, “There is enmity between you two?”

Gilmore answered with a nod, “Yeah, but thanks to this bastard, I saw through the true color of a woman.”

“A woman?” Claire remembered something and asked, “Did this jerk steal your girlfriend away?”

Gilmore frowned as if something painful crossed his mind. “Yeah, Brandon did that yesterday,” he said.

“Is your girlfriend Tiffany?” Claire asked hastily.

Gilmore looked at Claire in surprise and asked back, “How did you know?”

Claire gazed at Brandon, who was not far away, and said contemptuously, “I caught this bastard and Tiffany in adultery at Hilton Hotel last night.”

Claire turned to look at Gilmore and added, “I’ve avenged you. The trades between my family business and his company have been called off. Without our supplies, his company can wait for bankruptcy!”

Pleasantly surprised, Gilmore grabbed Claire’s slender hands and said, “Really? Thank you so much.”

Claire hadn’t expected Gilmore to be so excited. As her hands were grabbed, she felt a little embarrassed but not upset.

She pulled her hands out from Gilmore’s hold and said, “It’s okay. I was his girlfriend and a victim just like you.”

Gilmore nodded sympathetically at Claire and said, “Yeah, we’re both victims, but don’t worry. I will protect you. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

Claire fell silent.

Why did their conversation seem to be getting more intimate?

Claire regained her reservedness as a goddess quickly and said, “Yeah, thank you for saving me.”

“You sprained your ankle. If take you to the hospital.” Gilmore looked sincerely at Claire and proposed.

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Claire hesitated for a moment and said, “Call the police first! Get this bastard arrested.”

“Don’t worry about that. Before I saved you, I called the police already. I believe they’ll arrive soon,” Gilmore said.

“And I also recorded it with my phone when Brandon tried to kill you. This video is enough evidence to prove his crim

Claire was stunned.

What?

Gilmore had called the police before saving her?

And he even recorded how Brandon wanted to kill her on his phone?

How did he do that?

In such an emergency, no ordinary people were able to call the police, record the crime, and save the victim in time.

They could only do one of the three things.

Gilmore, however, had done them all at the same time.

Normally, it required three people to do that.

Claire’s surprise was reasonable.

As if he had seen through Claire’s doubt, Gilmore said with a smile, “I was filming the scenery and happened to capture the scene when that bastard was trying to kill you. Losing no time, I called the police.”

Of course, Gilmore hadn’t really been filming the scenery and coming across Brandon’s

crime scene.

The truth was that his eyelid twitched when he was in the hotel room last night. Then the vision of Brandon murdering Claire today

e to him.

He had learned when Brandon would lurk behind a roadside tree, when Claire would go out to walk her dog, and when Claire could escape from Brandon.

He had seen everything in advance.

Brandon intended to kill Claire, and he was Gilmore’s enemy in a sense.

So, whether it was out of a sense of justice

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Gilmore found it necessary to do this.

After all, giving his enemy a hard time would make him happy.

That was why he had fished at the seaside near Claire’s house in the first place.

He was trying to catch both the fish in the sea and Brandon.

He had precisely grasped every node of Claire’s entire crisis.

Therefore, he called the police before Claire was caught in danger.

He even recorded Brandon’s crime scene calmly and saved Claire timely.

Gilmore certainly wouldn’t reveal his supernatural powers.

And Claire settled for Gilmore’s explanation.

But in her heart, she still found it hard to believe.

When Brandon heard that Gilmore had called the police and filmed the crime scene, he could no longer stay calm but snarled, “Gilmore, damn it. I’m gonna kill you!”

He struggled to get up, but a sharp pain came from his broken ribs.

Brandon grunted and fell back to the ground. The pain was killing him.

Gilmore went over, squatted down, smiled at Brandon, and said in a voice only audible to the two of them, “Brandon, you’re bold to want to murder Claire, daughter of the Carter Group. Just wait for your life sentence!

“Gilmore, you’re dead. You set me up. I will have my revenge!” Brandon rounded his eyes, panted, and struggled desperately.

Gilmore sneered, “The dignified son of the Wilsons is in such a sorry plight. Pathetic!” Gilmore then stood up and went back to Claire’s side.

“Your foot is injured. I’ll carry you to the doctor.” Once again, Gilmore looked sincerely at Claire and proposed.

Claire dropped her eyes and whispered, “You don’t have to carry me. I can walk…”

Before she could finish, she had been picked up by a pair of robust arms.

Claire raised her eyes. Her flustered eyes met Gilmore’s gaze.

Gilmore beamed at her and said, “If I don’t carry you, I can pick you up in my arms, right?”

Claire blushed up to the cars..

Just then, Brandon howled as if he were crazy “Ah!”