The Heiress Revived from the Ashes (Lauren Bennett) novel Chapter 177

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The Heiress Revived from the Ashes

Chapter 177 Debt Collection

Mia decided, Tonight, I’m going to the Serenity Bar.

The man driving the Maitrise owed me an umbrella, and I always collected her debts.

Money was a beautiful thing.

Too bad I didn’t have any.

So I’d just have to take it from the men who did.

And feel no guilt about it.

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Sunlight dappled the corridors of Skyline Medical Center, casting shifting patterns on the sterile floors.

Josh strode through the wards, his white coat immaculate, a blue medical mask hiding everything but his sharp, glittering eyes.

David barely glanced up from his phone as the “doctor” entered, too engrossed in his flirtatious exchange with Sharon. His lips curled into a leering grin as he typed.

Josh’s hands clenched.

Without hesitation, he pulled a sweat–stained sock from his pocket and shoved it into David’s mouth.

David’s eyes bulged. He reached up to claw it out, but his hand was completely controlled by Josh.

Crack.

His hand was ripped raw and dislocated.

“Ahhhh!”

David’s scream was muffled by the sock; his face was purple with agony. Josh didn’t stop there, a fist to the nose. A kick to the freshly set leg. The snap of a broken bone echoing off the walls.

By the time Josh stepped back, David was unconscious, a broken heap on the sheets.

Josh exhaled. Finally.

Then he turned and froze.

Jeffrey stood in the doorway, stunned.

“Do you have a death wish?” Jeffrey hissed. “There are cameras here.”

Josh shrugged. “Are you going to report me?”

Jeffrey looked at the bruised David. “Get out. I’ll settle it.”

Josh patted him on the shoulder. “Drinks tonight. On me.”

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Chapter 177 Debt Collection

Josh drank to forget the Bennetts‘ cruelty.

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Jeffrey drank to forget his own. I used to be too bad to Lauren; every time I think of those harsh words and behavior, I feel like I’m a big stupid person, shame and shame to the extreme.

Full of guilt can only be slowly dissolved in this alcohol.

Hours later, Jeffrey was slumped over the booth, unconscious. Josh, swaying but coherent, staggered toward the exit, unaware of the girl watching from the shadows.

Mia’s eyes followed him like a hawk.

Then she turned to Jeffrey.

Recognition flashed.

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This was Elliot’s friend, with no shortage of mockery of Lauren recently.

Her palm snapped across his face with a sound like a gunshot. Jeffrey didn’t even stir.

“Pathetic,” she muttered, then hurried after Josh.