The Three Little Guardian Angels novel Chapter 1293

Linda trembled and lifted her head.She hugged his leg and pleaded, "Mr.Donovan, I...I didn’t want to run.It’s...It’s just that that person is too scary.I don’t want to serve him.He...He’ll kill me!"

Mr.Donovan grabbed her hair and said, "This is the path you’ve chosen, and now you’re telling me that you don’t want to serve him?"

He gave her a slap, causing her face to swell up.

Mr.Donovan then spat on the ground and continued.

"You have two choices now.Either you give me $ 150,000, or you go back and apologize to the customer.If not, I'll kill you.Right here, right now."

Linda scrambled up from the ground and got on her knees.

"I...I’ll pay you! I'll pay you!"

She did not want to go back to face that mad customer anymore.She would die! 

"Three days."

Mr.Donovan grabbed her hair and forced her to look him in the eyes.

"If I don’t receive money from you in three days, I’ll shred you to pieces and throw you into the river to feed the fish."

After that, he left with his men, leaving the battered Linda behind.

Linda sat paralyzed on the ground.She did not care about the pain all over her body anymore, and she let out a sigh of relief.

At the very least, she did not have to return to the madman anymore.

‘$150,000’ If she wanted to get $150,000, there was only one person who could help her.

The next day, at Soul...

While Maisie was reading through a document in her office, someone knocked on her door.

She lifted her head and said, "Come in."

Saydie came in and said, "Miss, the receptionist said someone is looking for you.She said she’s Linda."

Maisie narrowed her eyes.

Maisie had heard that Yorick had taken Linda back to their hometown three years ago after she came out of jail.

She had been rather quiet and had not caused any trouble in the past three years, and Maisie reckoned that she must have something to ask from her.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have come here.

Maisie put the document down and exited her office with Saydie.

Linda was sitting on the bench In the lobby of the first floor.

The bruises on her face were visible, and she seemed rather disorientated.