Reborn to Marry My Best Friend's Uncle novel Chapter 188

The landfill at West District reeked of rot.

A minivan rolled to a stop before several burly men dragged Easton out and dumped him into the trash heap.

The pain jolted him awake. He struggled to open his eyes, his vision swimming. The rancid, sour stench of decay mixed with blood flooded his nostrils and almost made him throw up.

He tried to sit up, but his body refused to obey. Every slight movement pulled at his shattered bones and sent fresh waves of agony crashing through him.

The burly men didn't leave at once. Instead, they gathered around him and looked down, their smiles mocking, as he writhed in the trash.

"Well, look at that. He's perfectly alive."

One walked over and nudged Easton's shoulder with the tip of his boot. "He's pretty tough."

Another crouched, slapped his mud-smeared face lightly, and teasingly said, "How does it feel, Mr. Frost? Are you getting used to the landfill?"

Easton gritted his teeth and forcefully swallowed the metallic taste rising in his throat. Instead of responding, he coldly glared back at them.

He couldn't die here and let the despicable Sean and Helena get away with what they wanted.

The look in his eyes annoyed one of the burly men. Easton was a broken mess, yet he had the nerve to stare back with those cold, defiant eyes.

The burly man raised his boot, ready to break a few more of Easton's ribs, when the leader of the group impatiently stopped him. "That's enough. Quit playing around.

"Sean's orders were just to break his legs and dump him here, not to kill him. If he dies, we can't explain ourselves at all.

"Let's go. This place is disgusting."

Cursing under their breath, the men turned back toward the minivan.

For a moment, Easton's taut nerves eased until the sharp roar of an approaching engine split the air again.

A flashy red Ferrari screeched to a stop nearby with a flawless drift. When the car door lifted upward, Suzanna stepped out, clad in a fitted black dress.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" she drawled, arms crossed and one brow arched in lazy challenge.

She had gone for a night drive to blow off steam that night and never expected to run into such a scene.

The burly men froze. When they turned and saw that Suzanna was alone, disdain flashed in their eyes. But when their gazes fell on the Ferrari behind her, their expressions turned wary.

Anyone who could afford such a car was either rich or powerful, and not someone who could easily be messed with by thugs like them. Besides, they were illegals who had snuck into Jynston and feared attracting the attention of the police.

The last thing they needed was trouble.

The leader shot his men a look. Without uttering a single word, they piled into the minivan, slammed on the gas pedal, and fled in panic.

Suzanna watched the beat-up minivan disappear into the night, curling her lips in disdain. What a bunch of cowards.

She stepped closer in high heels, carefully avoiding the filth on the ground. The stench in the air made her frown.

As she drew closer and saw the bloodied, indistinct Easton in the landfill, her heart jolted.

The men were brutal. Easton was disheveled, his face was caked with blood and mud, and his facial features were almost impossible to recognize. But he was tall, and even when he was lying on the ground, she could tell that he had broad shoulders, long legs, and excellent proportions.

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