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Chapter 939
Upon returning to the courtyard of Jazona Clubhouse and seeing Harry still standing next to the fishpond, Genevieve
strode over and slapped him across the face.
She struck him so hard that her hand turned numb, and there was soon a handprint on the man's cheek.
“She's only five! Don't you know how much she loves everything you give her? How could you do this to her?”
Genevieve exploded, glaring at him in anguish. “If you have something against me, direct it toward me instead!
Why do you have to go after a child?”
“I'm using her to blackmail you, of course,” Harry responded truthfully, his eyes laced with a hint of wickedness.
Feeling her body tremble, the woman smacked him across the cheek again, this time tilting his face to one side.
Yet, Harry merely licked the insides of his mouth, looking completely unbothered.
Seeing how furious she looked, he tried to placate her. “I was wrong, Genevieve. Don't be mad at me, okay?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe tugged onto her hand, only for her to shake him off instantly.
In an attempt to prevent herself from losing her mind, Genevieve gripped her fists so tightly that her nails dug into
her palms. “Turn off that bomb inside Mandy's ear.”
“Sure.” Harry bent over and smiled. “Mandy will forever be safe as long as you do what I want.”
As soon as he was done speaking, he felt something sharp being pressed against his chest.
The man looked down to see Genevieve holding a knife over his body. The sharp blade had already pierced through
his clothes and skin, and his shirt was now stained with his own blood.
Yet, instead of cowering with fear, he only grew excited as he glanced back up. “Are you going to kill me,
Genevieve?”
“Turn that thing off, and I'll let you live,” the woman ordered. She had come back under the presumption that Harry
was carrying a device used to control the bomb.
If he refused to hand it over, she would kill him and then tell Timothy about this.
Even if the bomb would go off the moment something touched it, Timothy was an exceptional neurosurgeon, and
Forlisle Medical provided the best neurosurgical instruments in the world.
Mandy will be okay as long as Timothy has time. I'm sure of it.
Harry burst into laughter before showing the woman his phone. “Do you see this, Genevieve? There are two green
dots now. The bomb inside Mandy's ear is connected to the one inside mine. If I die, her bomb will go off too.”
Genevieve stared at him with quivering hands.
“I had a feeling you'd do something like this, so I figured I'd make sure my life is linked to Mandy's. What a surprise,
eh?” Harry beamed. “Everything I'm telling you right now is the truth. If you don't believe me, how about you give it
a try?”
He gripped her hand, pushing the weapon deeper into his chest.
There was nothing maniacal about his expression or voice, but the words he spoke gave Genevieve the chills.
Not daring to take the risk, the woman withdrew her knife forcefully to preserve Harry's life.
“You're a madman!” she hissed through gritted teeth while staring at him as though he were a monster.
Harry leaned closer in response. “Is that a compliment?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“I'm begging you, Harry.” Genevieve was on the verge of devastation and wanted to put a stop to this battle of
nerves right away. “She's just an innocent little girl. Let her go. I've always been kind to you ever since we met. Why
would you do this to me?”
“As I said, it's because I like you.” Harry's lips curled as he gazed at her. “I want you to have eyes for no one else
but me.”
“And then what? You want me to keep being with you?”
The man nodded.
Genevieve laughed helplessly. “You're just like Jack Valentine. He's ruthless, but you're a complete psycho.”
No matter how cruel Jack was, he would never lay a finger on Genevieve's two children.
“I know him. My mother had him with a foreigner, so that makes him my half-brother,” Harry remarked. “So, which
one of us is better—him or me?”
Genevieve thought back to the time they watched the sunset together. He had also asked her whether she
preferred him over his older brother.
Since when did he find out that he was related to Armand and Jack?