Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 248

A few moments later, the car pulled up downstairs, and Quennel stooped to get in.

But just as they were leaving the neighborhood, he saw Victoria's figure flash past the car window.

Victoria?!

That woman still dared to come looking for him?

Quennel's face darkened. He ordered the driver, "Go back!"

The driver complied, but as soon as the car stopped, Victoria was surrounded by a group of men in black.

Her eyes filled with terror, she stumbled backward, tripped over a flower bed, and fell to the ground.

"Who are you? What are you doing to me? Quennel, save me! Ahh…"

Before she could finish, a dull thud echoed in the air. One of the men had swung a club, viciously breaking Victoria's left leg.

Victoria gasped in pain, her face contorting. Large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as her mind went blank.

Seeing this, Quennel instinctively opened the car door.

The bloody scene before him made him frown.

But the thugs weren't finished with Victoria. They raised the club again and brought it down with force.

This time, her right leg was shattered.

Victoria fell to her knees, unable to stand.

She grimaced in agony. It would have been better if they had just killed her. The pain was unbearable, as if her bones had been ground to dust. Victoria gasped for air, as if it could lessen the pain.

Tears fell to the ground as she struggled to speak, her chest heaving violently.

Through her blurry vision, Victoria saw Quennel's figure.

She lay on the ground, reaching out a hand, pleading for his help.

The men in black naturally saw Quennel standing a few meters away.

The leader sneered, "Save your breath. It was Quennel who told us to do this to you."

Hearing this, Victoria's face turned pale. "What did you say?"

"Tsk, I hear you live in the middle of nowhere, on winding mountain roads. You'll have to bear the pain on the way."

At these words, Victoria's face drained of color.

She looked at them in disbelief. "You're taking me back? I'm not going back! Let me go! Quennel, how could you be so cruel to me!"

"You promised you'd let me go! Quennel, I hate you!"

As she finished speaking, the car door slammed shut, and the vehicle sped off into the night, quickly disappearing from sight.

Quennel stared after the departing car.

Jonathan was ruthless. He had crippled Victoria's legs right in front of him and pinned the blame on him.

Quennel knew exactly what this was: a warning. Jonathan was showing him that, unlike him, he would not be merciful to anyone who harmed Stephanie.

Jonathan was throwing down the gauntlet, declaring his determination to have Stephanie.

Quennel clenched his fists. He was no pushover.

He grabbed his phone and made a call. "Release what you filmed tonight."