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

Chapter 127

Judson stood on the edge of the room, looking down at the man kneeling at his feet as though he were nothing more than an ant.

"Tie him up for me."

The words slipped out cold and effortless, devoid of any warmth. Hackett's eyes widened in terror, but before he could utter a word, he was hoisted off the ground like a ragdoll.

A wad of cloth was shoved into his mouth.

"Mmmph!!!"

Hackett wasn't the only one who sensed the looming danger; his cohorts, too, began to feel the urge to flee.

But before they could even take a step-

Bang-

A silenced bullet pierced through Hackett's knee.

"AAAAHHH!"

agony quickly filled

deep voice cut through the noise, carrying a

to

towering men in black entered, standing respectfully behind Judson. "Mr. Buchanan, it's ready," one of

nodded curtly, his demeanor icy as he

was deeply asleep, undisturbed by the chaos

swift precision, Judson raised his gun and fired at the shackles, the metal clinking open. He gently cradled the unconscious Nancy in his arms, as if she were the most fragile

leave, Hackett spat out the cloth, pleading desperately, "Mr. Green, please spare me! I'll

tried to scramble up from the floor, but a sharp, overwhelming scent of gasoline filled the air

breath caught

won't dare try anything again,

with Nancy in his arms, paused at the doorway to look back at

horror, but

lighter

small flame met the gasoline, and a

flames raced across the floor, devouring the wooden boards

sealing off the

expression on his face. "Judson, take her to the hospital. I'll handle things