"Ah, who are you? What the hell!" Serena screamed, her voice sharp with shock. She couldn't believe that, for the second time in a month, she found herself being bagged and beaten to a pulp.
The assailants didn't utter a word in response. Instead, they doubled their efforts, raining down blows on her with a ferocity that seemed to multiply with each hit. Through the thick fabric of the sack, Serena could sense at least seven or eight people surrounding her.
"I'm Serena Collins, the Collins family heiress! This is right outside Reflections Villa."
She thought dropping her prestigious family name would deter them, but their punches only grew more ruthless.
Instinctively, Serena curled up, trying to protect her head, but kicks landed hard against her sides. The pain was so severe that she started to see stars and nearly passed out.
"Who sent you? How much are they paying you? I'll double it, triple it, hell—I'll pay ten times, twenty times more."
