Andrew did not show even a hint of pity. He sneered. "Weren't you the one who wanted to kill me just now? So why are you crying now? You're supposed to be a major in the military, all high and mighty, right? Didn't you say I humiliated you and that you wanted to put me in my place?" As he spoke, he struck her again, his palm landing hard across her waist and backside. The sound of the slaps echoed in the quiet night, with only the distant city lights visible. Valerie's skin was impossibly smooth, and though Andrew was furious, he could not help but feel how unsettlingly soft she was under his hand. Valerie clenched her jaw and went still, her body trembling but refusing to move. Tears kept streaming down her face, yet her eyes turned icy cold, staring at him like he was her worst enemy. She growled, "Go ahead and kill me... But if you don't, or if I survive this, I swear, Andrew, you'll die for sure." Andrew scoffed, unbothered. "You were the one who came after me first, re
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