The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 803

He shook his head, trying desperately to stay on his feet, but that single strike had completely shattered his defense. Blood continued to stream from the back of his head, dripping onto the concrete and forming a dark, pooling stain.

Blondie seized the opportunity and shoved him hard. Milford collapsed onto the filthy ground, unable to brace himself.

Instantly, fists, boots, and bats rained down on him mercilessly. Milford could only curl inward, wrapping his arms around his head to protect his skull. A heavy boot slammed into his ribs repeatedly. Blinding agony radiated through his chest, and the metallic taste of blood flooded his mouth.

Within seconds, he was bruised, broken, and bleeding.

Clutching his shattered, bleeding nose, Blondie wasn't satisfied. He stepped forward and delivered a few more vicious kicks to Milford's torso. "You like talking trash?!" he spat. "Let's hear you talk now, you piece of garbage!"

Meanwhile, miles away, Judie Fulton had utilized her family's connections to trace Milford's last known location to the club. She, Yvonne Sherwood, and a team of Fulton family bodyguards were already speeding toward The Mirage.

Judie slammed on the brakes right in front of the entrance. The two women leaped out, the bodyguards flanking them closely.

"This is it!" Judie said.

They rushed inside, sweeping the main floor and VIP areas, but there was no sign of Milford. Tears pricked Yvonne's eyes as panic set in.

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