Side Chick Era... Over

Chapter 801

Harry slowly opened his eyes. What greeted him was the dim, suffocating gloom of a warehouse.

He pressed his fingers against his aching temples, muttering under his breath.

“Where… where am I? How did I end up here?”

For days now, Harry had drowned himself in alcohol, living in a haze of despair. The blow Sharon had dealt him was too great to endure.

Every time he thought of the humiliation she had forced upon him, rage and regret twisted his gut until all he wanted was blood. He couldn’t get past it-couldn’t let it go.

In secret, he had already reached out to assassins, determined to have Sharon killed. As long as she was gone, his torment would finally end.

Just yesterday, someone had accepted the contract. They told him they would come to Zachemaine and make contact. Elated, he had celebrated by drinking himself senseless.

Once Sharon was dead, everything would return to the way it was.

Suddenly, Harry sat up straight, a flicker of excitement flashing in his eyes.

“You’re the assassins I hired, aren’t you?”

A tall, slender figure turned slowly to face him.

early twenties. He didn’t look anything like a cold-blooded killer. If anything,

help but wonder, ‘Since when did hired

young man met his

what exactly do

want?”

in Harry’s eyes, sharp

her hands. And of course, no survivors. Name your price. So long

lips curved in a faint

“Harry, you’re certainly generous.”

to the bone. For days on end, his mind had spun through a thousand ways to torture

nudes online. I’ll handle the

carved into her forever. When people remember her, they won’t think

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damned for

sent a thrill through his

to torment her,

lowered his gaze, sighing

ordinary folk. Compared to the tricks you people devise, my old days of simple killing look almost laughably

but snapped back, “If you don’t know how to humiliate her, then just do

nodded, then motioned toward several men