Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Two hitmen gave the boss a simultaneous glance, their bodies shivering in fear. They hurriedly fished out their phones from their pockets.

"But... we don't have Helen's contact," one stammered. "It's always her minions who get in touch with us. What now?"

Evan furrowed his brow, hardly surprised.

That old witch, Helen, had some brains. In the dirty business of murder, she'd never dirty her hands directly. She'd make sure she was squeaky clean.

No matter, chopping off one of her hands would still make her scream.

She thought she could wash her hands off this mess? Not a chance!

"Whoever contacted you, call them back. Make Helen believe I'm already dead. And if you dare slip up, you won't like what I'll do!"

The hitmen nodded frantically and immediately called Helen's personal assistant,

"The job's done. When do we get the rest of our money?"

"Are you sure the kid's dead?" Helen's assistant inquired.

"Absolutely sure."

"Send a video."

After the deed, we heard some noises nearby and had to climb over the wall to escape. You didn't say anything

assistant glanced at Helen before asking,

you wanted... we... we sliced him up a hundred times and even cut

felt a wave of

off Evan's tongue was her command, a revenge for the humiliation

assistant a

out his eyes? Did

hitmen involuntarily glanced at

tongues, gouging out eyes, slicing

gestured for the

gouged the eyes, sliced the nose, and even chopped off his hands and legs—just as you requested. Now, hurry up with the payment; we need to

looking back

waved her hand, and

will be transferred immediately. Just

enough, the hitmen received a notification:

"My life is only worth

it's $200,000. They paid $100,000

speechless. Here he was,

his attention away from them,

here, I need a

hospital, Helen felt as if she'd released a

call ended, she said, "Quick,