Sorry, We're Divorced
"Please, sir, have mercy!"
Fighting the urge to rip this man to shreds, Quentin demanded, "Tell me, who put you up to this?"
Harold shuddered at the sound of Quentin's voice, fear washing over him. "I-It was Xyla! I went to sleep with her, and she didn't charge me for it. Instead, she told me to throw acid at that woman…"
Quentin felt sick to his stomach. He no longer held on to the belief that his savior's younger sister would never do something like that. Xyla was a bad person through and through. He must've been deluded to go to such lengths to protect her.
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