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

Chapter 111
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Chapter 111 Lucy barely had tto react before her legs gave out beneath her, and she crumpled to the ground. A sharp, agonizing pain spread from her head, forcing a guttural scream from her lips, "Who... who attacked me?" She hadn't even finished the sentence when a mocking voice cut through the air.

"Lucy Allen, does the Allen family know how reckless you are?" The voice was dripping with sarcasm, and Lucy's eyes snapped open to see a devilishly handsman standing a short distance away. At his feet, seven or eight men knelt, all the thugs she had hired to deal with Lena. Panic surged through her as she scanned the area, but Lena was nowhere to be seen.

Michael's lips curled into an amused smirk as he watched Lucy's face drain of color. "Looking for someone? Lena, perhaps?" Lucy's heart pounded wildly in her chest as she locked eyes with Michael. Though he was smiling, there was an icy edge to him that sent chills down her spine.

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Desperation gripped her, but her legs turned to jelly, unable to support her weight. All she could do was glare at him, feeling both humiliated and furious.

"Who are you, and why did you let Lena go? Do you even know who I am? I'm the heiress of the Allen Group! Do you know what happens to those who cross me?" Lucy had spent the last few years chasing after Baldrick, rarely attending social events, and thus she had no idea who Michael was.

Michael's smirk widened. "Do you know who I am?" Lucy was silent, the pit of her stomach dropping.

Michael's eyes turned piercingly cold. "Lucy, do you know what happens when you mess with the wrong people?" He chuckled darkly, continuing, "You should have picked someone else to mess with. Now, not even God can save you." Lucy felt a chill run down her spine as Michael's words sank in. "What... what are you going to do to me?" "What do you think? The very thing you were expecting, of course," Michael said with wicked amusement, but his smile vanished instantly.

"Well, what are you waiting for? If you don't treat Miss Lucy here with the utmost care, your paths will be cut short!" His voice was laced with a menace that hung thick in the air.

Lucy stared at him in shock, unable to believe what she was hearing. "You're insane!" The men who had been kneeling before stood hesitantly, one daring to speak up, "If we fuck her, will we live?" "Depends on how well you perform," Michael said, his chin lifting slightly, offering no mercy, just the promise of a swift or slow end.

The men exchanged glances, their eyes turning predatory as they moved toward Lucy.

True fear gripped Lucy now. She struggled to stand but collapsed again, her injuries too severe. The men closed in, their eyes gleaming with greed.

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"You worthless scum! I'm Lucy from the Allen family! If you dare lay a hand on me, my father, my brother Smack! A vicious slap cut her off, sending her sprawling. One of the men sneered down at her, "If it wasn't for you using your status to push us around, we wouldn't be in this mess." "Bitch! Let's not make it easy for her either, boys. What are you waiting for?"

Lucy shook her head frantically, but trying to protest, but her words were drowned out by the sound of tearing fabric, exposing her pale skin. The men swallowed hard, ready to pounce, as Michael turned away, disgust etched on his face.

If Judson hadn't intervened, it would have been Nancy lying there, her reputation in tatters. Mercy for an enemy is cruelty to oneself.

As Michael stepped outside, Neil hurried over, his face set in a grim expression. "Mr. Ferguson, the paparazzi have shown up and someone's let them in. Should we kick them out?"

"Let them stay. If we chase them away, how else will the show go on?" will MichaeNeplied with a sly smile. Neil nodded swiftly. "Understood." Baldrick was frantic, unable to reach Nancy, a growing sense of dread knotting his stomach.

Lenard watched him silently, biting his lip and pressing the gas pedal harder. "Mr. Sandro, we're almost at the business district." Damn it, who the hell took her?