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In the private room of the hotel, Hal removed the gauze layer by layer gently. The wound on his palm hadn't healed. It was bleeding!
"Greta...." Hal's gaze was cold and terrifying. He was like a ferocious beast!
The wound on his hand was caused by Greta. He had never suffered such humiliation since he was born!
He wanted to get Greta, but he failed again and again. He couldn't stand that!
He swore he would use his injured hand to torment that beautiful Greta. She would suffer a lot.
A strong wind blew in through the window. Hal felt cold and strange.
Suddenly, darkness overwhelmed the room.
The lights in the room were turned off!
Hal narrowed his eyes as he suddenly found a dark figure in the corner of the room.
The room was dark. Hal couldn't see the person's face clearly.
"Who are you?" Hal said vigilantly.
"Mr. Hal, the wages of sin is death. I advise you not to bear ill will towards the Sandoval Group and Greta," the man said slowly. Hal felt the temperature dropped inexplicably and sharply.
"Don’t pretend to be mysterious. Who are you? How dare you teach me how to do?" Hal sneered. With his father's status overseas, no one would have the guts to hurt him.
The man was nobody to Hal. Hal glanced at him and said, "You're nobody. Even Derrick doesn't have the guts to provoke me."
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