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The perfect couple

Author: Yusrah
last update Last Updated: 2025-02-11 02:31:08

The door burst open.

Gasps filled the hallway.

Harry stood—on his feet—gun still gripped in his hand.

For a moment, silence.

Then—

"Ahh!" Adrian let out a strangled groan, clutching his stomach as he staggered back, his legs wobbling like they were about to give out. His face twisted in pain, his body slumping against the wall.

Sasha’s scream tore through the air. "You shot him?!"

Ivy’s hands flew to her mouth.

Harry didn’t move. His jaw clenched, his knuckles white around the gun.

"I—I didn’t—"

Adrian groaned louder, his breathing ragged. "Damn… I didn’t think you’d actually do it, man…" He slid down to the floor, his hand pressing over his stomach, shaking.

Blood.

Or at least, what looked like it.

Security stormed in, guns drawn.

"Drop the weapon!"

Harry’s heart pounded. His head snapped toward Adrian, who was giving the performance of a lifetime.

That bastard.

He hadn’t even fired the damn gun.

Sasha’s chest heaved as she pointed a trembling finger at Harry, her eyes blazing with f
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