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

Chapter 260

Judson swung his bat with such ferocity that it was a blur.

John barely had a moment to register what was happening before the bat connected with his neck, sending him sprawling through the air.

He crashed into the wall with a sickening thud and crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

The whole room fell into an eerie silence as everyone stared at Judson, who stood there exuding a menacing aura. It was clear that no one had anticipated this level of aggression.

Nancy clenched her jaw tightly. She wasn't the forgiving type, especially if she had been the one being bullied instead of Judson.

Judson let out a cruel laugh. "So, are you all going to gang up on me, or should I take you down one by one?"

The crowd exchanged uncertain glances, the bravado fading from their faces.

But with a shared look, they charged at Judson. After all, there were seven or eight of them—surely they could overpower him.

Nancy watched anxiously as Judson was surrounded.

Judson moved with lightning speed. When the first man lunged at him, Judson delivered a high side kick that sent the attacker flying.

The next man, who was closest to Judson, barely had time to react before a punch landed squarely on his face, sending him stumbling backward.

Within moments, Judson had taken down two men.

in, and some even considered fleeing. But before they could reach the door, dozens of men dressed in black stormed in, encircling

black sneered, "Without Mr. Buchanan's permission, did you really think you

over the group,

turned away and approached Nancy, his expression

lips as he drew near, prompting her to

I'm here. Just close your eyes for a moment, okay? I'll

him, Nancy closed

pulled out a gun and fired at the chains binding her

Bang, bang-

The chains shattered.

tucked the gun back into his

eyes, taking in

around Judson. Her heart, which had been suspended in anxiety, settled back into place only to

"Judson, Ramona..."

she could finish, hurried footsteps echoed

"Lena, are you okay?!"

rushing in, her clothes stained with

"Your clothes-"

not mine," Ramona assured, relief washing over her

"Ms.

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