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

Chapter 246

Suddenly, someone moved in close, and before Eugene could react, everything went dark as a burlap sack was shoved over his head.

In the next moment, fists rained down on him, relentless and unforgiving.

Eugene immediately cried out in pain, "Do you have any idea who I am?"

His cries were answered with even more vicious blows.

Meanwhile, inside a swiftly moving car, Sarah watched a video of Eugene being beaten, her face twisted with a satisfaction she couldn't quite hide.

"How does that feel? Satisfying, right?" A deep, amused voice broke the silence.

Sarah paused, glancing up to see the handsome man sitting across from her, Malcolm.

She wasn't naive, knitting her brows, "Mr. Buchanan, why are you helping me?" "You and The Grey Group got screwed over pretty badly because of Nancy."

Sarah's expression shifted; she was well aware that The Grey Group was now comatose. She never expected Malcolm to step in and deal with Eugene for her. Malcolm crossed his legs, smiling calmly, "Sarah, do you want revenge?"

"Are you suggesting I go after Nancy?" The mere thought of Nancy's calm demeanor filled Sarah with envy and resentment.

it weren't for your feelings for Cyrus, you might not have targeted

have any dirt on Cyrus," Sarah seemed to understand Malcolm's intention, "If I did, I'd give it

as he said, if Cyrus had stepped in to help her, she wouldn't be in this

him," Malcolm tilted his chin slightly, "Destroying the person he

widened in realization, and she nodded firmly, "You're right, Mr. Buchanan. How do you plan to deal with Nancy? I'm all

was oblivious to the schemes brewing against her. She finally finished chatting with the last investor and took a

start. I believe it'll

nodded with a smile, "Yes, I'm looking

about to speak when her phone buzzed. She quickly checked it and glanced up at Michael on the second

with a grin, clearly indicating: Check

rolled her eyes

tipsy,

looked at Nancy, who seemed composed except for the slight flush on her cheeks. If not for the subtle glassiness in

much to drink.

attention to

hand, "Lena, let's step outside. We've accomplished what

at the time, "No rush, it's not that

got