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... rds "my woman." Isabella Weaver was clearly his; who did this man think he was?
He bent down to pick up a brick, tossed it in his hand, and in the next second, hurled it fiercely at Harry Hunter’s head.
Harry’s expression was icy, and he caught the brick with lightning speed before throwing it back. Simultaneously, his foot swept across the ground, sending up a splash of rainwater.
Through the misty rain, Harry’s punches flashed like shadows, pounding onto Alexander Parke ...
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