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Charles immediately replied in disgust, "Hmph, of course I was correct! Why did you go all the way to Portville? Who in the world would go save you? If you want to die, die outside, you filthy thing!" Before I could reply, he hung up. Through the surveillance, I saw his face, filled with glee, and I couldn't help but smile. "That witch isn't dead yet, but she's going to be soon! Now, more importantly, I've got news! Portville has heated up again, so it’ll probably be our turn soon. Just wait! Those idiots are still stocking up on those useless down jackets and thermal blankets, so let's just watch them die from heat when they can't even get a single ice cube, haha!"

“God, I’m so sick of this place,” Hazel muttered, wiping her greasy hands on her coveralls. She leaned against the toolbox and blew a loose strand of hair out of her face. Lena was under the hood of Mr. Henderson’s old Ford, laughing. “Tell me about it. Another day, another busted radiator in this dead-ass town.” Hazel glanced around the empty shop. It was almost closing time. No customers. Just the two of them. She lowered her voice even though nobody was around. “You know who came in yesterday? Jax. Again.”

She finally came out of her bedroom looking fresh out of the shower. Her mom felt a heavy burden just lifted off her shoulder. Hazel was feeling better. There was still deep sadness on her face but she forced a smile and said 'Hi' and gave her a long hug. The day was getting dark and Claire's relief was short-lived because Hazel was on her way outside to meet the boy in a designer hoodie in his white Lamborghini who looked like he hadn't had a good sleep in days.

"Hey, if you're looking for a used sedan or something, Hazel, this isn't the spot. They don't even keep anything under six figures on this floor. You might want to try the scrap yards down the highway." Hazel’s hands clenched into tight fists at her sides. The familiar, toxic sting of their old college bullying flared up in her chest, threatening to pull her back to a time when she had no choice but to take their insults. But just as she was about to swallow her pride and force out a professional, detached response to keep the peace, Maxwell stepped up right beside her.

Hazel is a healthy four-year-old toddler and Bree intended to keep her that way. They were having their breakfast before she was scheduled to take her to the daycare. Bree already asked Mrs. Mancini to babysit Hazel again tonight. Bree really needs to find a way for her kid to have someone take care of her every night. For the time being, she told Mrs. Mancini, that she got a waitressing job at a bar, filling out the excuse for her to leave Hazel with Mrs. Mancini every night.

Joshua said faintly, "Can you expect a psychopath to have any serious thoughts?" "Yes, you are right!" Hazel nodded with a smile, and her whole person looked very happy now. "Okay, let's talk about business," Joshua said faintly. Hazel did not want to talk about business, so she went to the lounge, she laid on the couch and took out her phone. Suddenly, she received a new notification from Twitter, Hazel looked at it, and her face became pale. It was a tweet from Isaac, “A couple who often works together has just unlocked a new position in the office today, and their chair was broken!"

"In three months , Hazel will depart from here so no need to plan her demise anymore." --- how's the chapter?? tell me, and please don't forget to vote and comment!

I chose to dote on her while ignoring Hazel's sacrifices. I chose to force Hazel to give up her soul to save this monster. I chose her. Hazel left because I broke her. I broke her heart, her spirit, her soul. It was all my fault. Just then, my communicator rang. It was my beta. "Alpha, we have an exact location!" he said, his voice ecstatic. "Luna Hazel is in the central business district of New Moon City! She started a company called the 'Sterling Covenant Strategy Group'!"

The first lines described the same tasks that I had just written, from the shoes to the zipper to the press leaks, and I recognized Zara's cruel sharp loops in every stroke. At the very bottom, beneath a thick red line, stood a final entry with a name beside it that stole the air from my lungs. "After the gala, Hazel Aldous is no longer required, so make certain that her sister is moved before the girl herself is found."

The gun shop was eighty miles from the Hilton. He checked into the Hilton, room 921, early. He knew the rooms on the eighth floor were cleaned during the one o'clock hour every day. The crew doing the ninth floor was done at noon. He checked in and as soon as he was in the room drilled the hole just like the test hole he had done the day before. An hour later he watched the maid collect the rugs and wash down all the surfaces where dust might have landed. He smiled.