All Chapters of Side Chick Era… Over: Chapter 1151 - Chapter 1160

"No matter what happens, I've decided to always face it with a calm smile and never let joy or anger show on my face."At first, it was exhausting—like wearing a heavy mask I couldn't take off. But over time, I grew used to it. And only then did I realize—once you've worn a mask long enough, it becomes part of you. You can never remove it again."Perhaps it was the gentle nurture of summer nights, but Sharon had long mastered the art of composure. Even when she mocked someone, her tone was never crude—only lightly laced with irony, graceful as always.Thomas echoed softly, almost to himself, "Once you've worn a mask long enough… you can't take it off?"A soft breeze drifted by, carrying a faint, elegant fragrance. It wasn't strong, but it was intoxicating all the same.Around them, a scatter of wildflowers swayed with the wind—humble blooms, not famed for beauty, yet together they created a scene that soothed the soul. The colors dotted the landscape like fallen stars, lovelier th

Sharon also had kindred spirits like Ginny, Melanie, and Carol.And now, she'd even come to know Xavier, Matty, Julliard, and Uriah.There were plenty who disliked her, but just as many who didn't.Sharon thought for a moment. She was about to tell him that both she and Wendy could be his friends when Thomas's voice cut through her thoughts."Actually," he said, "there's another reason I asked you to come here with me today."Sharon turned to him, her voice soft. "What reason?"He took a sip of beer before answering. "It's my birthday."She froze. "Today… is your birthday?"The realization hit her—she hadn't prepared a gift."I'm so sorry," she said quickly. "I didn't know. When we get back, I'll make it up to you."Thomas smiled faintly. "It's fine. No one's ever remembered my birthday anyway. Just having you here with me… that's already enough."A pang of regret tugged at her. If she'd only asked where he wanted to take her earlier, maybe he would've told her, and she woul

Sharon gripped her gun tightly, her expression taut with nerves. She found an opening, steadied her aim, and pulled the trigger.Bang!The bullet struck a man's leg.All those hours she'd spent at the shooting range hadn't been in vain—she'd never expected the day would come when she'd have to use what she learned for real.But this wasn't practice. This was life and death. Her hands trembled despite her efforts to stay calm, and her aim wavered a little. Fortunately, it wasn't off enough to hit Thomas by mistake.Unlike him, Sharon couldn't bring herself to shoot with such icy precision—to end a life with a single, decisive bullet to the head.After several shots, her position was exposed. The assassins turned toward her, and she froze. She quickly stowed the gun and ducked back into hiding.When the killers shifted their focus to Sharon, Thomas's gaze went cold.Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.Bullets flew from the silenced gun in his hand. The assassins who had s

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Sharon raised her hand, ready to act.But before the blade could touch her skin, it was suddenly snatched away.She stared, dazed, as Thomas's calm face came into view."You don't need to go that far," he said evenly. "I'll draw out the venom for you."Her eyes widened. "What—?"He didn't answer. Instead, he moved swiftly, stripping off his jacket and tearing several pieces of cloth. His hands were steady, his movements practiced. He wrapped the fabric tightly around her leg, just above the bite, binding it with enough force to slow the blood flow.Sharon could only watch, her mind slow to catch up, her breath trapped in her chest.Once everything was secured, Thomas lowered his head—without hesitation—and pressed his lips to her wound.Her words died in her throat. A sharp chill washed over her, then everything went black.When she opened her eyes again, dawn light filtered faintly into a stone hollow.She blinked, disoriented. She wa

"You're a generous boss," Thomas said. "Even if you wanted to hire an elite mercenary, it would be easy. Plenty of people make their living by risking their lives. Otherwise, why would they earn such high salaries?"Sharon, don't let personal feelings interfere with work—it'll only hurt you in the end. I take your money and do my job; it's a fair exchange. There's no such thing as a 'debt of gratitude' between us."And don't ever let anyone tell you that you've only survived by relying on me—or on any man. That kind of talk is poison. The moment you let people stand over you like that, they'll use guilt and so-called morality to shackle you. "They'll manipulate you, undermine you, make you doubt yourself—make you believe you're worthless—and in doing so, they'll drive away the truly capable people who could stand by your side."He looked at her intently, his tone calm but edged with conviction."In the future, you'll rise higher. You'll have more people working for you. The best