Chapter 291 Where Did Margaret Go
Margaret, however, remained calm and unhurried.
Her lips curled into a cold smile as she fought alongside Leander's gang, wielding steel pipes like they were swords.
Whenever her steel pipe struck someone, the crisp sound of bones breaking could be heard.
Margaret's moves were precise and ruthless, showing no mercy.
If she showed any softness, she would be the one lying on the ground.
In just seven or eight minutes, Leander's gang was sprawled on the ground, clutching their arms and knees, wailing in pain. They were completely done for today!
Margaret put away the steel pipe, her lips curling slightly as she looked at Leander with indifference. She said slightly, "Leander, how about we talk business?"
"Business?" Leander was taken aback.
Margaret nodded. "Tell me, who are you dealing with? What benefits did they promise you? I can offer double."
Leander snorted coldly, inwardly admiring Margaret's fighting skills.
He had never seen a woman strike so decisively and viciously.
Thinking of Mia's alluring appearance, Leander coldly refused. "I, Leander, may be in the underworld, but we value honor. I won't sell my reputation for a bit of profit."
Margaret pressed her lips together, slightly disappointed. "So, Leander, you're not planning to cooperate?"
Leander took a step back, out of the alley, and sneered, "Ms. Scott, you underestimate me! How could I not have a backup plan and just bring these useless guys? Since you are so formidable, let's see if you can take down the three hundred men I brought today."
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of people suddenly poured in from both sides of the alley, filling the already narrow space.
Margaret sneered. "Leander, you claim not to be a despicable person, but your methods are all underhanded."
"Don't try to provoke me with words. Today, you have no choice but to die here!" Leander, as if he had already sentenced Margaret to death, took out a lighter, lit a cigarette, leaned against the wall, took a deep drag, and exhaled a thin stream of smoke. He shouted to his men, "If you can't take down this woman when I finish this cigarette, don't bother coming back with me!"
His men gripped their steel pipes tightly and charged at Margaret without a word.
The place was already narrow, and now with double the number of people, Margaret was surrounded.
Seeing the crowd closing in on her, Margaret frowned slightly.
Even if she was incredibly skilled, it would be hard to handle three hundred people alone.
One by one, the men in black attacked Margaret, leaving her no time to think, only to fight back with all her might.
More and more people came at her. As soon as she took one down, more would rush at her.
As time passed, Margaret began to struggle.
Her wrist was numb and unresponsive, but she held on, gripping the steel pipe tightly.
She had to fight her way out!
Margaret swung her steel pipe, hitting her opponent's face, shattering their facial bones. The agonized screams of her opponents echoed in her ears.
She didn't even blink.
Gradually, Margaret began to fall behind. She was getting tired, especially as she was surrounded by dozens of people, with injuries on her arms and legs.
She took down one wave, and another wave came, continuously.
William had been in Novastates for two days without finding the sailor.
Worried about Margaret, he returned to Ravenford early.
William wanted to surprise Margaret, so he went straight to the Fisher Group to find her in the secretary's office.
But Margaret wasn't at her desk.
"Where's Margaret?" William asked the colleague sitting next to Margaret's desk.
"Mr. William Fisher, Ms. Scott has already left for the day. She mentioned she was going to the hospital to see Mr. Bradley Fisher," the colleague quickly stood up and respectfully answered.
"Okay," William responded lightly and then drove to the hospital.
He opened the door to the ward but didn't see Margaret.
Only James was there, taking care of Bradley.
"James, how's my grandfather?" William stepped forward and asked with concern.
James stood up and respectfully said, "Mr. William Fisher, you're back? Mr. Bradley Fisher is fine. Ms. Scott just checked on him, and everything is stable."
William breathed a slight sigh of relief, "That's good."
William leaned down and held Bradley's hand. "Grandpa, you must get better soon."
"Mr. William Fisher, don't worry. With Ms. Scott here, Mr. Bradley Fisher will definitely wake up," James patted William's shoulder, comforting him.
"He definitely will!" William nodded.
"By the way, where's Margaret?" William asked again.
"Ms. Scott left after checking on Mr. Bradley Fisher," James looked at the time and answered, "She left about an hour ago."
"Okay, I got it," William said in a deep voice.
After visiting Bradley, William walked out of the hospital.
According to James, Margaret should have returned to Water Moon Estate by now.
Driving quickly, William soon arrived at Water Moon Estate.
He opened the door but didn't see Margaret.
"Isolde, where's Margaret?" William asked Isolde, who was tidying up in the kitchen.
Isolde looked up. "Mr. Fisher, you're back?"
"Yes," William asked again, "Has Margaret come back?"
"Ms. Scott? No, she hasn't," Isolde looked around and said.
William's expression tightened. 'Margaret has told James she was going home, so why hasn't she returned? Does she have something urgent to attend to elsewhere?'
William dialed Margaret's phone, but it was off.
'Could she have gone to Starlight Entertainment?' William thought for a moment and then called Lyle.
As soon as the call connected, William asked urgently, "Lyle, have you seen Margaret?"
Lyle was taken aback and then said, "No."
Since the crew's dinner that night, Lyle hadn't seen Margaret for several days.
Lyle asked anxiously, "What's wrong with Margaret? Isn't she living with you?"
"Nothing." William coldly hung up.
A vague sense of unease crept into William's heart.
It was a feeling he had never experienced before.
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