The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow

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?"noveldrama

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

Malcolm didn't deny it, "You're actually quite pitiful. If it weren't for your feelings for Cyrus, you might not have targeted Nancy. And now you can't even reach him when you're in trouble..."

"I don't have any dirt on Cyrus," Sarah seemed to understand Malcolm's intention, "If I did, I'd give it to you."

It wasn't that she didn't like Malcolm, but as he said, if Cyrus had stepped in to help her, she wouldn't be in this mess with someone like Eugene.

"I'm not after dirt on him," Malcolm tilted his chin slightly, "Destroying the person he cares about most would be much more satisfying, don't you think?"

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

Meanwhile, Nancy was oblivious to the schemes brewing against her. She finally finished chatting with the last investor and took a sip of her wine.

"Miss Lena, I can't wait for the fashion show to start. I believe it'll showcase the amazing potential of diverse communities," Gaye said enthusiastically.

Nancy nodded with a smile, "Yes, I'm looking forward to it too."

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

He waved his phone with a grin, clearly indicating: Check your phone.

Ramona rolled her eyes and opened the text.

[Your sister-in-law is tipsy, get her out.]

Ramona looked at Nancy, who seemed composed except for the slight flush on her cheeks. If not for the subtle glassiness in her eyes, it would be hard to tell she'd had a bit too

much to drink.

Judson's attention to Nancy was unexpected.

Ramona took Nancy's hand, "Lena, let's step outside. We've accomplished what we came for."

Nancy glanced at the time, "No rush, it's not that late. Weren't you planning to secure another investment?"

“It's fine, I've got it covered. I can

make the call," Ramona assured her

with a smile, "Besides, Ms. Gaye.is

also an investor in this show, so they definitely respect her.

Nancy nodded slightly, "Alright, let's head out then."

As long as the business was taken care of, that's what mattered.

Ramona nodded with a smile and led Nancy out.

Just as they reached the entrance, a familiar voice stopped them, "Nancy, have you been drinking?"

Both Nancy and Ramona looked up to see Cyrus approaching.

Ramona knew the history between Cyrus and Nancy all too well, so she stepped in front of Nancy, her smile a little too tight, "Fancy seeing you here, Mr. Gordon. Are you here for the party? You'd better hurry inside then." .