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

Chapter 124

Nancy had a gut feeling that something was off. She was just about to sidestep when a sharp pain shot through her neck.

Her eyes flicked to the receptionist who had just checked her in. The woman's face was full of spite as she sneered, "You've got no one to blame but yourself. You messed with the wrong crowd!" Nancy's pupils constricted in shock, and she balled her hand into a fist, swinging it hard at the receptionist. The punch landed squarely, sending the woman stumbling back a few steps.

Not only the receptionist but the other men around were taken aback, clearly not expecting Nancy to fight back.

"Who sent you?!" Nancy demanded, yanking the syringe from her neck. A small trickle of liquid ran down her skin, and a wave of drowsiness began to creep over her.

"Who sent us doesn't matter," the man in charge replied, giving a quick signal to his crew. "What matters is that our boss wants to see you."

As the men closed in on her, Nancy backed up against the cold, unforgiving counter, her eyes filled with defiance. She was about to resist when everything went black, and she collapsed.

hands grabbed her, hoisting her over someone's shoulder. Just before she fully succumbed to the darkness, she heard a distant yet urgent

he charged forward. The lead thug smirked and swung a fist at Potter. Potter managed to dodge,

with his side. His body tensed up, and he collapsed, helplessly watching as they

in from outside. "Nancy, Potter, what's taking you so-Nancy! Who gave you the right to

into focus as he charged forward, but he was quickly surrounded by three large men who didn't

punch that knocked him back a couple of steps, but he ignored the

went down, but Lenard wasn't fast enough

watch out!"

danger, but it was too late a beer bottle smashed against his head. His vision blurred, and he

leader of the kidnappers gestured to his team, "Let's

quickly, leaving as fast as they had come, the receptionist quietly slipping away with them. "Lenard," Potter said as he struggled to crawl over to where Lenard was, looking at his bloodied face with concern. "Are you

being taken spurred him to try and stand,