Side Chick Era Over (Sharon and Carter) novel Chapter 801

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.

Harry blinked in surprise. The man before him was young-strikingly handsome even, no more than his early twenties. He didn’t look anything like a cold-blooded killer. If anything, he resembled a bright, sunlit boy.

Harry couldn’t help but wonder, ‘Since when did hired killers look this good?’

The young man met his gaze.

“Harry, what exactly do you

want?”

Venom gleamed in Harry’s eyes, sharp and poisonous as a viper’s.

“I want you to have your fun with that woman before killing her. Destroy her face, cripple her hands. And of course, no survivors. Name your price. So long as she dies, I’ll pay it.”

The man’s lips curved in a faint smile.

“Harry, you’re certainly generous.”

Harry’s hatred for Sharon had already rotted to the bone. For days on end, his mind had spun through a thousand ways to torture her to death.

“After she’s dead, release her nudes online. I’ll handle the rest.

“Even in death, she won’t know peace. Her disgrace and infamy will be carved into her forever. When people remember her, they won’t think of her brilliance with the violin. They’ll think of those filthy pictures.

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Sharon will be damned for all eternity.”

The thought alone sent a thrill through his blood, igniting his veins with manic excitement.

“If you can think of any other ways to torment her, do it. The more miserable she is, the better.”

The young man lowered his gaze, sighing almost wistfully.

“So it’s true… the real masters are always among ordinary folk. Compared to the tricks you people devise, my old days of simple killing look almost laughably tame.”

Harry frowned, not quite understanding, but snapped back, “If you don’t know how to humiliate her, then just do as I’ve told you.”

The man nodded, then motioned toward several men standing behind him.

“Very well. We’ll do exactly as Harry has instructed. Go ahead-start.”

Harry was taken aback. He hadn’t expected such swift efficiency. They hadn’t even discussed money, yet they were ready to act.

Just as his spirits lifted, the men suddenly strode over toward him.

In a blink, they seized him by the arms and hauled him up.

Harry froze.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?”

The young man smiled, all innocence.

“Why, we’re only carrying out your orders.”

Confusion clouded Harry’s face.

“I told you to deal with Sharon McKinzie! What are you touching me for?”

The man feigned puzzlement.

“Did I ever once say I agreed to go after her?”

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