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

Chapter 234

The bartender quickly stepped forward, trying to defuse the situation. "Gentlemen, here at the MT Bar, we don't tolerate forcing anyone to drink. Please, return to your seats-"

But before he could finish his sentence, the bald guy swung a heavy slap across his face.

The bartender stumbled back, hitting the floor with a thud.

The bald man leered at Nancy, a sleazy grin on his face. "Hey, gorgeous, we're just asking you to have a drink with us. We're not gonna do anything bad." He reached out, trying to touch her cheek.

Ramona instinctively moved to shield Nancy.

But Nancy was quicker. She grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it against the bald guy's head. Crash-

The bald man winced in pain, instinctively reaching up to touch the blood trickling down his face. His eyes filled with rage.

"You little witch, you think you can get away with this? Strip her down, let's see how she likes being taught a lesson."

The group of men lunged at Nancy.

Nancy's eyes were alight with determination as she dodged, but there were simply too many hands grabbing at her. Her clothes got torn in the struggle.

her fingers brushing against the concealed weapon at her waist,

became exposed, attracting lewd stares from the

swallowed hard. "Keep ripping,

to fight back, and Ramona was ready to pull out

voice cut

you the right to lay a finger on my people?" The voice was low and commanding, devoid

see a tall, handsome man in a sleek black suit

she could process her thoughts, Ramona's voice came out cold and hostile. "Malcolm, since when am I your

that conversation?" Malcolm replied with a hint of exasperation, his gaze flicking between Ramona

settled on the bald man. "You've got some nerve, messing with my people. Are

paled, especially the

guy, who stammered, "Mr.

didn't know they were with you. We were

they turned to

tensed, Ramona swiftly drawing her

I say you could leave?" Malcolm said just

men who had reached the door suddenly started backing into the room again. In walked a man dressed in a crisp white shirt and khaki pants, his face smiling but

give you permission