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!"

of agony quickly filled

voice cut through the

were about to scream

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

his demeanor icy as he

asleep, undisturbed

gun and fired at the shackles, the metal clinking open. He gently cradled the unconscious Nancy in his arms, as if she were the

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

the floor, but a sharp, overwhelming scent of

breath caught in his

dare try anything again,

in his arms, paused at the doorway to look back at Hackett sprawled on

horror, but before he could

lighter into the

small flame met the gasoline, and a raging fire erupted

raced across the

door slammed shut, sealing off the

Judson, who had a stony expression on his