The roughness of the urban roads pales in comparison to the plush carpeting in the clubhouse.
Jane gritted her teeth as the soles of her feet throbbed with agony, but she refused to halt her pace.
“Quickly, don’t let her escape,” a voice from behind urged.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she sprinted ahead frantically, not daring to glance over her shoulder.
Unbeknownst to her, a black Maybach pulled up from behind, came to a stop, and a person emerged from the vehicle, blocking the group of pursuers.
“Why are you obstructing us?” the leader scowled.
Duke remained composed as he replied, “It’s nothing. I simply informed the authorities that someone here is bullying defenseless women.”
“Do you realize who we are? You’re courting death!” the man barked.
“I don’t,
