A Life Beyond Limits (Jack Holland) novel Chapter 714

Leslie was sweating profusely. He was surrounded by a group of determined elderly men and women. Their fierce expressions made it clear that they weren't going anywhere until they got what they came for. The pressure was suffocating.

Leslie just realized how tricky this situation had become. Desperately, he blinked and shot subtle glances at his staff, trying to hint at them to come up with an excuse to let him slip away. Maybe a sudden meeting, a visit with the officials, or to attend a summit. The goal was to get out of here first, deal with the rest later.

However, Leslie's staff stared at him, missing the message. What's wrong with Mr. Cline? Was he having a facial spasm or something?

Unfortunately, the bald old man in the crowd wasn't so clueless. "What's this? Trying to signal your way out of here? That's not happening! Everyone, he's trying to run. He doesn't want to pay us back! We can't let him leave, or we'll never see our money again."

The crowd grew more agitated, their voices rising in outrage as they enclosed Leslie.

Someone yelled, "Strip him down! Smash his car! Don't let him get away!"

Leslie's prized Bentley sat parked right in front of him. The moment the elderly crowd spotted it, they rushed forward and began attacking the car.

These were the same folks who usually looked frail and shaky when walking, but now they moved with surprising strength and coordination.

Even a luxury car like the Bentley couldn't withstand the onslaught. Tires were punctured, windows shattered, and the sleek dashboard was reduced to a broken mess.

Once they'd finished with the car, the group turned their attention to Leslie, shoving him back and forth as they tried to drag him off to the public security office.

Leslie was already frustrated. He completely lost it when he saw his beloved car destroyed. His temper snapped, and in a moment of fury, he kicked the bald elder.

"Go to hell, you old damn thing!" Leslie shouted.

The old man stumbled and fell to the ground, groaning.

That was all it took to ignite the crowd.

And one of them, no matter how much time passed, was instantly recognizable. It was Jack, his sworn enemy.

Leslie turned pale. Jack was lucky to have survived previously. Why was he suddenly here?

Was Jack tracking Leslie? Did he bug him? How else could he just show up wherever he went?

The question quickly took a backseat to a far more pressing one. Leslie and Jack were sworn enemies. Yet, the latter suddenly showed up.

Things had been going downhill recently. Victor had suffered a major setback, Ronan had been caught with surveillance planted on him, and the attempt to silence Jack in prison failed. The Cline Corporation had also been dealing with one blow after another.

Leslie started to seriously wonder who Jack was.