The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 1273

"Are you folks with the Malones?"

Ronald spat out a mouthful of blood, miles away in Craneville. If he died here, it would never trace back to them. Clearly, they had been on his tail for a while!

The group sneered menacingly.

"Mr. Malone, sorry about this—"

Kari frantically dialed 911 and then called Brittany for help. After hanging up, she rummaged through the car and grabbed a hammer.

"Crash—"

With a swing, she shattered the car window.

Then she climbed out and, with all her might, brought the hammer down on one of the men's heads. Ronald, startled, sprang to his feet and, taking Kari with him, dashed through the crowd!

"After them, don't let them get away!"

Ditching the hammer, Kari followed Ronald, running at breakneck speed.

They darted through the most deserted areas, heading straight for the Spring Retreat center.

As the crowd thickened, they managed to slip away.

"Stop—"

Kari couldn't run any further and gasped for a break.

Ronald led her back to their hotel, feeling a pang of guilt at her exhausted state: "I'm sorry."

It was him they were after.

Kari shook her head: "Those guys meant harm, but I've called the cops. Hopefully, they'll get caught."

Ronald knew the Malone family had it in for him.

Especially the eldest Malone heir.

Always calling him an outcast, a bastard, yet in the end, it was this "bastard" who snatched the heir's position!

"Let's head upstairs."