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Furious, he stared icily at Harry and questioned, "Who are you?" Harry was thrilled to note the change in Franklin's expression. He thought he'd succeeded in inciting Franklin, which meant that Damian would have hell to pay. "My name is Harry Sawyer, Mr. Webb. I'm from Spencer Corporation. You don't need to thank me for exposing these two vermin to you. I'm honored to do my part in ensuring that nothing disrupts the celebration!" Franklin wanted to curse. Hah! As if he felt thankful! With a stormy look in his eyes, he slapped Harry right across the face, roaring in anger, "You look like the vermin to me!"

COCK TALES Amber has been added to the group. Ryann- Hi Amber. In case you don’t know, this group chat is dedicated to documenting the tales of my friend Harry flirting with this cute bartender chick who is apparently completely uninterested in him. This is particularly entertaining as he is an Incubus and doesn’t usually have to work so hard for a girl’s attention. Harry- Hi Ryann’s friend. I want it noted that I am in fact incredibly handsome and ridiculously charming. It’s this girl that’s the strange one.

Meanwhile, Rachel stepped forward to clear a way for Harvey. Harvey walked out with his arms crossed; nobody could see his face clearly. Only his scrawny body could be seen, but everyone could feel his powerful aura. “Who are you, may I ask? Where did you come from? How dare you come and ruin my platform!” Calvin said, frowning. “You even picked such a crucial time. If you tell me who’s behind this… I’ll let you go.” “My name is Harvey York. I’m just a geomancy expert from the Golden Sands.

Dominic said, now looking at the window. I blinked, now concerned about who this guy was. “Does he have a name?” “Yes, but it is like Voldemort to Harry Potter as it is to us. We do not take his name.” he said, and even though he gave the Harry Potter reference which meant did read or watch some of it, I understood that he was not joking. This guy must be dangerous. “Please tell me you are not going to sell your life,” I said, concern washing over me for him.