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"BITCH!!!" Anthony yelled in pain as his palms were clutching the behind of his head.Harold took his chance as he got up and crawled towards Anthony before blowing a huge punch on his nose."How did you enter my house?!!" Harold had a murderous glare filled with malice as he looked down at Anthony.A vein on Harold's neck popped out as pure rage was evident on his face. He grabbed his collar and punched him again on his eyes giving him a black eye plus another punch which gave Anthony a busted lips.Even Anthony looked furious as he was glaring back at Harold with pure hatred. He grabbed Harold's collar and with all might, he pushed Harold away as Harold fell on the floor and his head hit the leg of the wooden small cupboard."You killed my BROTHER!!" Anthony's whole posture was trembling with rage."He deserved to die." Harold roared.Anthony was breathing heavily as he took the knife from the floor and in a jiffy came behind me as my widened in fear. He circled his one arm around m
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I just ate a delicious chicken cheesy lasagna prepared by myself. Today I just randomly saw the recipe of lasagna and immediately I prepared it as all the ingredients were present inside Harold's million dollar kitchen.I pouted sadly as I looked down at the kitchen sink, there were so many dishes to wash. For four days, the cleaning agency won't be coming to this house, so I had to clean the vessels by myself.It's been exactly two days after the attack and Harold didn't fire the security guards in here for Anthony's dangerous trespassing instead he appointed more guards infront of the gates, so that no unknown person can enter this house. So now the security in here is double.....no triple tight. Not even a single harmless leaf can move inside this property without Harold's permission. So so00000 tight.I sighed as I glanced down at the dishes.No worries.... I can do it in a jiffy.I hastily sprinted upstairs to my room and took my phone along with my headphones. I descended downst
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