Chapter 909

Francis Coleman's head was spinning—he knew exactly what they were after. He wanted to resist, but his body just wouldn't cooperate. Panic clawed at his chest as he tried to shove the people around him away, scrambling for any kind of shelter. But those guys weren't about to back off. Frantically, he pulled out his phone. Dizzy and desperate, he rammed his head into the wall, trying to stay conscious. He had no idea who to call. No clue what to do. Finger trembling, he hit a number at random. It ended up being Patrick Collins'. "Hello?" But the voice on the other end... was Linda's. Francis could've asked for help. He really could've. But the second he heard Linda's voice, everything inside him just went cold. He gave up. He hung up in a rush—and didn't fight anymore. Let them drag him out of the bar. Whatever. Fine. Let it end. It was all a mess from the start anyway. … Pinebrook. Patrick found Robert and demanded he hand over Francis. With a cold, mocking look, Robert said, "Why can'