I've Been There Before (Grace and Caden)
Chapter 294 Madwoman

"You know me?"

Grace ignored the mockery and asked calmly.

"You are the rich lady of the James Group. How could we not know you?" The guy in the lead swung the baseball, trying to be cool.

"How much did the man who hired you pay? I'll pay double."

"Who cares?"

Grace saw that they did not give in at all. Normally, hooligans only work for money.

However, these people... were definitely not like that.

At the very least, it was not only for money.

Otherwise, they won't turn down her offer without hesitation.

Who?

In an instant, several people flashed through her mind. She suddenly narrowed her eyes and said, "Your employer is tall, dark-skinned and has a scar on the back of his left hand, right?" Although the hooligan concealed it well, he was still surprised for a moment.

"We don't know who you're talking about.

Miss James, just remember one thing.

You are to blame for what happened today.

We are paid to do it. Today, you will suffer a lot."

As he spoke, the guy in the lead signaled to the two subordinates beside him, "Don't show mercy. Beat her hard."

Grace's expression changed drastically. These guys meant it. They were not just trying to scare her.

A few hoodlums had already swung the baseball bats towards her.

In crisis, she subconsciously ran towards the light.

However, she forgot that though she was energetic, she might not be able to run faster than men.

Not to mention... with a bang, she was dragged down by her damned legs and fell to the ground. Grace felt so much pain in her coccyx that she took a deep breath.

"Run? Run again!" Behind her, the man ridiculed, "Miss James, with your half-crippled body, where do you want to go? Be good! We only do it for money. The hirer doesn't want to kill you. We are paid to cripple one of your arms." He wanted to cripple her arm!

With a creak, Grace clenched her teeth and glared at the gangster who was walking towards her.

"Do you want to go to jail by assaulting me?"

"You! Who do you think we are? The one who can pay to cripple your arm must be capable of sending us away." The man took out his phone and glanced at it. "Hurry up! We still need to flee."

Grace understood that these people were really going to cripple one of her arms and leave S City tonight.

She began to doubt her previous guess. Wasn't it Kirk?

The hirer could arrange an escape route! Presumably, a small sum of money couldn't buy over these fugitives to work hard.

At first, she suspected that they were hired by Kirk, because it was too coincidental. If Kirk did not send her back, she would take a taxi by herself or have someone pick her up at the Shaw's old mansion, then she would not encounter this group of gangsters tonight. Kirk drove her back but put her down on the road that was still some distance away from her home. The place where she got off the car was dark with less people around.

Then, she encountered this group of hooligans.

No matter what, Kirk was the prime suspect.

She believed that Kirk could bribe a group of gangsters.

However, letting a group of hooligans cripple her, the chairman of the James Group who was kind of a public figure, he had to arrange an escape route for them. Moreover, Kirk did not have the ability to arrange everything in respect of the cost and the escape route. To put it bluntly, Kirk was incapable of it.

If it wasn't Kirk, then who would be?

Master Shaw?

No!

Master Shaw ignored her to the extreme. Being aloof and arrogant was the common characteristic of the Shaws.

Who?

In that instant, thoughts crowded her mind.

She grabbed the pebbles on the road and threw them on the hoodlums. Enduring the pain from her leg bones and lumbar vertebrae, she struggled to her feet and ran to the alley entrance repeatedly. "Bitch, don't push your luck!"

Along with this curse, Grace's scalp hurt. Someone grabbed her waist-length hair. No sooner did she cry out than she was pulled back from behind.

"We are so gentle with you. You bitch! How dare you hurt us!"

Before she could speak, she was slapped fiercely on the cheek, burning with pain.

"What a coward! You only have the guts to bully woman!" Grace twisted her neck and spat at the man who was pulling her long hair.

"Come!"

Being righteous, she stretched her hand forward and shouted, "Do it! Cripple me! If I cry out, I lose!"

Why?

Why?

Why should anyone hurt her?

Why should anyone humiliate her?

Why should she endure this?

Because she had been in jail?

Because she had submitted to humiliation?

Bah!

Her heels heavily stepped on the toes of the man behind her. That man let out a howl and revealed his fierceness.

"You bitch! You are asking for trouble!"

The man shook off her long hair and slapped her face fiercely. Instantly, half of her cheeks swelled up. She knew that couldn't see anyone tomorrow with this face.

That man seemed to have unleashed the evil nature of human, his eyes shining with a wolf's light. He gasped for breath excitedly, "Bitch! You want a good trashing." While cursing, he slapped her twice in the face.

"Buddy, it's enough. Let's do what... James ... do what the employer told us. We still need to run away in the middle of the night. Don't waste time."

Grace was slapped several times in succession. Her brain was dazed and her ears were buzzing. She seemed to omit some important information.

Without thinking too much, the leader stretched out his hand and held her down, "Fatty, I'll grab her and you smash the bone in her hand. Don't miss it. The employer only asks to cripple one hand, not her life." Grace's face was as white as a sheet of paper. She was terrified.

In the face of violence, who could still be calm?

Her body was restrained, and the hoodlums surrounded her with ill intentions.

At this moment, it was as if she had returned to that prison.

"Let go... Let go of me..." Her body trembled uncontrollably. The calm in her eyes disappeared. Being frightened, she began to shake violently.

"Let go of me! Let go of me!" In the end, she screamed, "Let go of me! Let go me! I told you to let go! Let go! Let go!" she struggled and screamed.

The hooligan who had confined her changed his expression and immediately covered her mouth with his hand.

"Let ... go...!"

She still struggled violently.

"Shut up! If you keep screaming, I won't be polite to you!"

"Let ... go...!" However, Grace did not seem to hear it.

"Buddy, what's wrong with this bitch?" Fatty asked in confusion.

"She was mad! Never mind! Get this done and leave! What a crazy woman!"