Chapter 819

The man’s calloused hand clamped around Jayde’s wrist like a vice. White-hot pain shot up her arm. “Let go!” she gasped.

She raised her phone to dial emergency services, but he knocked it from her grip, shattering it on the pavement. “Call someone now, princess,” he taunted.

Jayde cursed her own recklessness—she’d underestimated their desperation. The assistant shouted, “Jayde, hang on!”

“Stay back!” she ordered. Surrounded by hostile faces, she refused to drag him down too.

The man squinted at the assistant. “You’re with Lepage Group? Bonian sent a pretty girl to do his dirty work? Doesn’t care if you get hurt?”

His cronies laughed cruelly. Jayde kept her voice steady despite her pounding heart. “You know Bonian personally?”

Her wrist screamed in protest, but she pressed on—his words hinted this wasn’t just random anger. Someone had targeted the Lepages specifically.