Novel & Cerita Hank Marlow

“Why didn’t you hear me out before attacking me, Rochelle? I’m Hank!” I spat. “Hank is long gone. He couldn’t have made it with his body battered.” “Look at me. I am Hank.” Hank gave his face a quick wipe, but I would not spare him a glance. “The police have produced his death certificate. How can you prove that you’re Hank?” Hank rambled on about the secrets between us. I rose to my feet and dusted myself off with a thought-provoking smile. “All of Hunton knows how devoted I am to my husband, and I’m not surprised that people will exploit that fact. I’m letting you off with a warning this time because I fought back, but you won’t be so lucky the next time.”

I repeated Hank’s order after him, and when he was gone, I continued, “My mom would have tried to set me up with every Tom, Dick, and Harry she knows. This is better. At least I get to pick my Tom, Dick, or Harry.” “Makes sense.” “Yeah.” Our drinks arrived first. I took a sip while Hank watched me. He had brown eyes that made you feel like you couldn’t escape his stare. “What about you? What’s your story? Why agree to help some random girl by acting as her man?” He sighed, taking the first sip of his drink. “Long story. I’m going through a nasty divorce.” “You’re married?” “Technically. She still has my last name, but we are separated. Have been for years. She is being so tough,” he said. Wh

It was visibly clear that he was very angry, especially since Professor Marshall didn't care about his pride in front of so many people. However, after a few moments of silence, Hank sneered, "This hospital needs you, Professor Marshall. How can you leave?" After saying that, Hank's gaze suddenly turned cold and terrifying. "You there, come with me! The rest stay here to take care of Mr. Alex. Don't let him escape again! If his condition worsens, you will all be held accountable!" Hank left with his henchmen, leaving behind his chilling words which were still echoing in the ward.

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