All Chapters of Side Chick Era… Over: Chapter 1171 - Chapter 1180

"I won't do it again. Please—just give me one chance," Kelly pleaded.Jamie laughed, a short, scornful sound. "With your intelligence? You'd be exposed the minute you showed your face to Thomas. Kelly, you're worthless to me. You're the kind of teammate who ruins more than you help."He waved a hand to his men. "Give her to Johanna. Let Johanna do with her what she will—even if she kills her, so be it."Kelly was a disposable piece. She'd long since lost any value. Thomas had kept her around because she wouldn't stir up anything big and because she could be used to needle Johanna—watching them tear at each other over some imagined 'first love.' It amused him.Here, she served no purpose; there, she was fodder. Better hand her to Johanna and let her vent.Jamie left without another word. Behind him came Kelly's frantic cries. "Mr. Walton, I know Thomas's secrets—I can help you. I can—"He didn't listen. To him, she was nothing but a stupid, spineless fool—less worthy of respect

Sharon didn't care much for banquets, but she knew well enough that these were the kinds of places where connections were made and doors opened.Thomas stayed by her side the entire evening as her silent escort. His presence alone was enough to keep away the wandering hands and lecherous smiles that tended to surface when men drank too much and forgot their place.By the time most of the socializing was done, Sharon felt her energy slipping. She turned to him. "Let's go to the lounge and rest for a bit."Thomas nodded. "All right."Not far away, a man standing by the champagne table wiped the corner of his mouth, his eyes following her with barely concealed hunger.'What a woman,' he thought. 'Absolute perfection—every curve, every feature.'The man was Chuggs Noel, heir to the powerful Noel family. Though his father had many lovers, Chuggs was his only son. In the old traditions of Zachemaine, people would have called it a single line of inheritance—a family where, generation af

Chuggs didn't even finish his sentence before Thomas was already standing in front of him.With one hand, Thomas lifted him off the ground as easily as if he were picking up a chicken.His eyes—dark, cold, and fathomless—locked onto Chuggs's face, expressionless. When he spoke, his voice was low and sharp as a blade of ice."And then?"On his way back, Thomas had run into a waiter who had "accidentally" spilled wine on him. A man like him—keen, meticulous—didn't miss things like that. He'd turned back immediately.Now, facing those lifeless eyes, Chuggs felt his soul quiver. He had never seen eyes like that before—so empty, so terrifyingly cold. They were the eyes of a dead man, set in the face of someone still breathing.He was afraid, but only on instinct. He hadn't yet realized just how far beyond control this situation had gone.He stammered, "Let me deal with her. Whatever happens after, I'll take responsibility!"Thomas's gaze darkened. "Let her… be handled by you?"Thin

Sharon stared into the dark of the night and dialed another number.The call connected quickly. On the other end came Melanie's delighted voice."Sharon! You're done with work already? That's great! Tomorrow I'll take you around Yuicuador—oh, where are you right now? I'll come pick you up. You hardly ever visit, so we've got to make the most of the nightlife!"Melanie lived in Yuicuador. After graduating, she had spent some time working in Marcentine before her family called her back.Sharon, Ginny, Carol, and Melanie didn't see each other often, but they kept in touch through messages—and through a small private chat group they all shared.When Melanie found out Sharon was coming to Yuicuador on business, she was thrilled, insisting that once work was done, they had to meet up.It had been ages since the two last saw each other, and Sharon had readily agreed.But after what had just happened, a reunion was out of the question.She spoke briefly. "Melanie, I'm sorry. I've gotte

The damp chill in the air clung to Sharon's skin, seeping into her bones. It made her deeply uncomfortable.After a while, the innkeeper—who had been arguing loudly on the phone—finally hung up. With a toothpick between her lips, she gave Sharon and Thomas a long, deliberate look."Looking for a room?" she asked.Sharon nodded. "We'll take two."The woman's tone was flat. "Two rooms. Two hundred total.""Alright.""IDs," the woman said. "I need to register you."Sharon hesitated. "We… accidentally lost our IDs. Is there any way you could make an exception?"The woman's eyelids lifted slightly. She looked them over again, then let out a dry little laugh. "In that case, four hundred for the room, four hundred deposit. Eight hundred total."Sharon didn't argue. She just nodded. "Fine."After the payment, the woman grabbed a key and led them up the stairs to the third floor.She unlocked a door and flicked on the light. "This is your room."It was small—barely thirty square met