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

Chapter 111

Lucy barely had time to react before her legs gave out beneath her, and she crumpled to the ground. A sharp, agonizing pain spread from her head, forcing a guttural scream from her lips, "Who... who attacked me?"

She hadn't even finished the sentence when a mocking voice cut through the air.

"Lucy Allen, does the Allen family know how reckless you are?"

The voice was dripping with sarcasm, and Lucy's eyes snapped open to see a devilishly handsome man standing a short distance away. At his feet, seven or eight men knelt, all the thugs she had hired to deal with Lena.

Panic surged through her as she scanned the area, but Lena was nowhere to be seen.

Michael's lips curled into an amused smirk as he watched Lucy's face drain of color. "Looking for someone? Lena, perhaps?"

Lucy's heart pounded wildly in her chest as she locked eyes with Michael. Though he was smiling, there was an icy edge to him that sent chills down her spine.

Desperation gripped her, but her legs turned to jelly, unable to support her weight. All she could do was glare at him, feeling both humiliated and furious.

"Who are you, and why did you let Lena go? Do you even know who I am? I'm the heiress of the Allen Group! Do you know what happens to those who cross me?"

chasing after Baldrick, rarely attending social events, and thus

you know who

silent, the pit of

do you know what happens

darkly, continuing, "You should have picked someone else to mess with. Now, not even God

are you going to do to me?" "What do you think? The very thing you were expecting, of course," Michael

treat Miss Lucy here with the utmost care, your paths will be cut short!" His voice was laced with a menace that hung thick in the

shock, unable to believe what she

kneeling before stood hesitantly, one daring to speak up, "If we

perform," Michael said, his chin lifting slightly, offering no mercy, just the promise of a swift

men exchanged glances, their eyes turning predatory as they moved

now. She struggled to stand but collapsed again, her injuries too severe. The men closed in, their eyes gleaming

worthless scum! I'm Lucy from the Allen family! If you dare lay a hand on

Smack!

slap cut her off, sending her sprawling. One of the men sneered down at her, "If

it easy for her either, boys. What