Chapter 290 Margaret Must Die Today

Margaret gripped the steering wheel with one hand and the car door handle with the other, driving towards the pile of trash.

A violent collision ensued as the car crashed into the trash heap, but with the brakes failing, it continued to surge forward.

The tires screeched against the ground as the car gradually slowed down.

Taking advantage of the brief moment of deceleration, Margaret quickly opened the car door, protected her head, and agilely jumped out.

The sensation of her skin scraping against the hard concrete stimulated Margaret's pain nerves.

She rolled on the ground, finally stopping in a pile of plastic foam.

Margaret let out a slight sigh of relief.

Looking at the deformed car, Margaret's face turned cold and stern.

It was obvious that her car's brakes wouldn't fail for no reason.

Someone must have tampered with it!

She wondered who on earth sabotaged her brakes and tried to harm her.

Steadying herself, Margaret quickly got up from the ground and took out her phone to call Anthony, intending to have him investigate who was behind this plot against her.

Just as she pulled out her phone, a group of men in black suddenly appeared from all directions, flooding the narrow alley and surrounding Margaret!

Margaret frowned, eyeing them warily.

She realized these were the people who had tampered with her car's brakes.

"Ms Scott, sorry," said a scar-faced man in a suit, exuding a menacing aura, as he stepped out from the crowd.

The others treated him with great respect, indicating that this scar-faced man was their leader.

Margaret narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze falling on the man's striking scar.

A flash of recognition crossed her mind. She recognized this man who was the notorious Leander from the underworld in recent years!

Ruthless and notorious for his misdeeds!

"Take her phone!" At Leander's command, a man in black stepped forward and snatched Margaret's phone from her hand.

Then, two burly men approached and viciously tied Margaret's hands.

"Mr. Prescott, this woman is quite a looker," one of the men in black said lecherously as they pushed Margaret in front of Leander.

Margaret remained calm and composed, showing no signs of panic from start to finish.

She wanted to see who was behind this plot to harm her!

"Is it you who tampered with my car?" Margaret asked coldly.

Leander sneered. "That's right!"

"The infamous Leander, who never fails a mission, and now I am your prey," Margaret said calmly.

"Don't expect you to know me," Leander said with a hint of surprise.

This woman, with her hands tied, didn't faint from fear like other women he had seen. Instead, she remained calm and composed.

Moreover, she had managed to jump out of the car and save herself despite the brake failure, which was impressive.

"Of course, who doesn't know the famous Leander?" Margaret leaned against the wall, looking at him calmly.

In her mind, she was trying to figure out who was behind this plot to harm her.

Although Leander had tampered with her car, he couldn't be the mastermind.

After all, she had no grudges with Leander. Why would he go to such lengths to deal with her?

The only possibility was that someone had hired Leander to do this!

She had heard of Leander, a formidable figure in the underworld who had risen from a nobody to a leader in just a few years.

This man was definitely resourceful, but at his level, it was rare for someone to afford to hire him personally.

Unless the person had enough power to compel him to act.

"Ms. Scott, let's cut the crap. I've answered all your questions. Now it's time for you to die!" Leander's eyes turned cold, filled with murderous intent. His men, holding sacks, rushed forward, intending to knock Margaret out and take her away.

If they succeeded, Margaret knew the consequences.

She would either be thrown into the ocean to feed the sharks or strangled and buried in some unknown wilderness.

But looking at the dozen men in black before her, her clear eyes showed no panic, only a confident and defiant sparkle.

"What a pity! The infamous Leander, who never fails a mission, will have his reputation ruined by me today!" Margaret had already calculated that with her skills, she had a ninety percent chance of escaping unscathed from these dozen men, including Leander.

"What do you mean?" Leander squinted.

"Exactly what it sounds like!" Margaret's expression turned serious.

As she finished speaking, she raised her hands, which had been tied behind her back. The ropes had somehow loosened, and she smiled coldly. "Do you really think you can tie me up?"

The two men who had tied her hands were stunned "Mr. Prescott, we tied her up tightly. How could..."

"Yeah! I even used a dead knot. How could she untie it herself?"

Leander remained calm, watching Margaret with interest. "You're indeed not simple, but since I intend to take your life, I've made thorough preparations."

Pausing, he coldly asked, "Do you think my reputation was bought with money?"

As Leander finished speaking, his face turned sinister, and he signaled with his hand.

His men, each holding steel pipes, swiftly swung them towards Margaret.

Margaret moved quickly, dodging to the side. She grabbed the arm of the man closest to her, causing him to scream in pain.

Without losing her grip, she snatched the steel pipe from his hand and struck his knees with it.

In the next second, a crisp sound was heard.

Accompanied by the man's painful screams, he collapsed to the ground, his body curling up. His knees were shattered, and his legs were crippled!

The others were shocked by Margaret's ruthless move, rendering one of them half-crippled. They hesitated to step forward.

Leander hadn't expected Margaret, who appeared delicate, to be so formidable.

He had thought her arrogance came from expecting someone to rescue her.

It turned out her strength was her own!

"What are you all standing around for? Can't beat her one-on-one? Attack together!" Leander's voice was filled with anger, his eyes fixed on Margaret.

If he couldn't deal with Margaret today, he might as well quit the underworld!

Margaret must die today!

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