The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow by Helena R. Bates

Chapter 110

"Boom-" A mouthful of blood splattered onto the floor.

The remaining men froze, completely taken aback by Judson's brutal blow, before turning on their heels to flee.

But they didn't get far. They were stopped in their tracks at the doorway by the chilling presence of a gun barrel aimed at their heads.

Michael held the gun with a chilling grin, his voice calm as if discussing the weather: "Did I say you could leave? Back inside."

The men, now terrified, retreated a couple of steps without a word.

Judson draped his coat over Nancy, who was barely standing on her own. If it weren't for Judson's arm around her waist, she'd have collapsed by now.

"Judson..." Nancy clutched his shirt collar, waves of heat washing over her body.

In that moment, it felt like the world had shrunk to just her and Judson.

Judson held Nancy close. "Nancy, I'm here."

As she inhaled the subtle sandalwood scent from Judson, Nancy was about to speak but everything went black as she fainted.

Judson exclaimed in alarm, quickly scooping her up

in the scene and remarked, "It must be the drugs kicking in. She couldn't handle it and passed out. You should take

a mask of fury,

barely moved as he seethed, "Make Lucy pay for this before

her pay for daring to drug

leaving no room for doubt about his intent.

Judson this enraged in a long time, and he nodded quickly,

Michael finished speaking, Judson

soon fell into a

sneered, addressing the pale-faced men before him, "You've got some nerve, messing with

it was that bitch Lucy

"Mr. Ferguson!"

and dropped to their

-

realize my mistake, please

don't want to die. It was all Lucy's doing. I'll

back at the

had a nagging feeling ever since Nancy went to the restroom.