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

voice cut through the noise,

who were about to

respectfully

curtly, his demeanor icy

undisturbed by the

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

cloth, pleading desperately, "Mr. Green,

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

froze, his breath

Green, I swear I won't dare try

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

in horror, but before he

a lighter into

flame met the gasoline, and a

had no time to escape as the flames raced across the floor, devouring the wooden boards and

shut, sealing off the

expression on his face. "Judson, take her to the hospital.