Side Chick Era Over (Sharon and Carter) novel Chapter 699

Chapter 699

Your idea of treating me well… is completely disregarding my feelings and trying to cripple my friend’s hand? You’re crazy.”

Casey didn’t waste time questioning the grand, poetic promises of love once made in the heat of passion. When love disappears, vows are nothing but empty words.

She looked at Damien coldly, her eyes stripped of every trace of feeling-only the icy disdain reserved for someone utterly

detested remained.

“Damien, I owe you nothing. You’re the one who owes me. So consider this swing today as a means to settle your debt to me.”

She turned to Thomas. “Go ahead.”

Thomas stepped toward Damien.

Damien sneered at Thomas.

“You scrawny thing think you can take me on?”

Before he could finish, a fist shot forward with blinding speed. Had Damien not trained himself before, he wouldn’t have had a

chance to react.

Instinctively, he raised his hand to block. But he’d forgotten that his palm had already been pierced by a flying knife, leaving it

useless.

Thomas, however, hadn’t aimed for his face. He gripped the knife handle tightly, a cruel, bloodthirsty smile curling his lips.

With a flick of his wrist, the blade traced a circle across Damien’s palm.

Cold sweat beaded on Damien’s forehead.

Damien had some pride; he didn’t scream. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain.

Just as he prepared to retaliate, a sudden, sharp pain shot through his calf.

Thomas had struck Damien’s most vulnerable spot-the shinbone.

Damien faltered, collapsing onto one knee.

Thomas gave him no chance to recover. A powerful kick to his face sent Damien sprawling to the ground.

ཇ ཇ་ ཇ ཇ་ ྋན་བ་ཚན་

People often say “don’t hit the face,” but Thomas made it his target. He even pressed his foot firmly against Damien’s face and said over his shoulder, “This is enough. If I knock him out completely, your revenge won’t feel half as satisfying.”

Damien’s face was pressed under the cheap sneakers on Thomas’s foot, utterly humiliating.

Having been born with a silver spoon, raised in privilege, and pampered from childhood, Damien could immediately recognize quality. The shoe trampling on his face was nothing but a few-dollar bargain.

Now, someone so lowly had used such cheap footwear to trample him. The shame was indescribable.

Casey approached Damien, her expression indifferent.

She looked down at him from above, echoing the exact gaze he had once cast upon her when she had been at her lowest, powerless before his towering presence.

Suppressing the pain coursing through his body, Damien gritted his teeth.

“Casey… after all these years together, can you really bring yourself to do this?”

Casey smiled without emotion.

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“I took such great care of you when you were blind. And I didn’t expect anything in return. But you crossed the line and hurt me, again and again. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t retaliate?”

Damien wanted to argue that he had thrown her a grand proposal, set off fireworks across the city on her birthday, and ensured no one dared insult or harm her. Surely, that counted for something, didn’t it?

But before he could speak, Casey’s bat came down.

It struck his injured hand.

Pain flared like wildfire, radiating from his chest to every corner of his body. It felt a hundred times worse than the injury Thomas inflicted on his hand.

He could no longer endure it and screamed.

Casey didn’t even flinch.

“Does it hurt? Good. Pain is what you should feel before you think of causing it to others.”

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