Reborn, I Dumped the Cold Heir novel Chapter 2

His gaze slowly dragged down her face, abruptly turning predatory. "It wasn't a total waste of time."

Chloe's heart plummeted.

The man was already walking toward her. He crouched down and roughly grabbed her chin.

"With a face like this, she's definitely got other uses."

Sinister chuckles immediately erupted around them.

"She used to be the untouchable Miss Lennox, but things are different now."

"The Lennox family has the real deal now. No one gives a damn about the fake. We can have our fun before we dispose of her."

A wave of malicious laughter echoed through the warehouse.

Chloe's stomach churned. She knew exactly what they meant. Fear slithered up her spine like an icy snake, and her fingers trembled uncontrollably.

The rope was almost severed. Just a little more.

"Take your filthy hands off me."

The man froze, as if he couldn't believe his ears. "Oh, you really still think you're the high and mighty Miss Lennox?"

Chloe met his gaze. Even bound in this hellhole, with her hair in disarray and her face pale, she looked down on him like he was nothing but trash.

"Whether I'm a Lennox or not, a piece of garbage like you isn't worthy of touching me."

The man's expression turned lethal.

"Smack—"

A vicious slap struck her across the face.

Her head snapped to the side, her ears ringing, and the metallic tang of blood immediately flooded her mouth.

He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to look up. "Still acting tough?"

Chloe stayed silent for two seconds. She slowly turned her head back, running her tongue over her split lip, and suddenly smiled. "Is that all you've got?"

The man was completely enraged.

"You've got a death wish!"

He aggressively grabbed her collar, but the moment he leaned in, Chloe forcefully drove her knee upward, slamming it directly into his groin.

"Argh!"

The man let out an agonizing scream, doubling over as he collapsed to the floor.

At that exact second, the rope she had been grinding away at all night finally snapped. Chloe tore her hands free. Ignoring her shredded wrists, she snatched a jagged piece of a broken glass bottle from the floor and slashed fiercely at the second man rushing toward her.

Blood sprayed instantly.

"Fuck!"

"Grab her!"

Chloe turned and ran.

She had rehearsed this in her head countless times: the main door was blocked, the left side was a dead end. Her only shot was the shattered high window at the back. She scrambled up a stack of abandoned wooden crates.

Sharp glass instantly sliced her palms, blood streaming down her wrists, but Chloe didn't hesitate for a second.