Chapter 707 I Love Harry The Most (Part One)

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After a long time of waiting, Cassandra realized that Hans still hadn't come back. On top of that, she overheard someone else having an argument not far away.

She couldn't make out what they were saying, but she heard Han's voice among those arguing voices.

Cassandra immediately sprung up from her seat and headed over to where the noise was originating from.

"You're the one who bumped into me by accident. Why are you even blaming me for that?" Hans blurted out, sounding quite upset.

That being said, the lady who was standing right in front of him retorted in an arrogant tone, "If it weren't for you, then how else on earth could I have possibly spilled the coffee on myself? You almost scared me to death. Do you even have any idea how much this dress costs?"

Glancing over at the dress she was wearing, Hans couldn't help but sneer, "It's just a common brand. How much could that even cost? Probably just around two thousand at most."

From this, the lady became even more irritated. Jeering back at him, she said, "Alright then. If you honestly think that two thousand isn't that big of a deal, then pay for my dress right away!"

Hans simply laughed at her demands. "I already told you that it wasn't my fault. Why should I have to pay for the dress?"

Upon seeing his reaction, the lady was now about to blow her top. Pointing her polished index finger at Hans, she yelled at him in a fit of rage, "I'll have you know, if you dare to piss me off, you won't ever get the chance to play so much as a minor rold in this production!"

Curling his lips, Hans told her, "You're just a supporting role in this play. How could you present yourself in such a shameless manner? Try not to embarrass yourself too much in public, alright?"

The lady was obviously fuming with intense rage, given that she immediately raised her hand and appeared like she was about to slap Hans's face.

Cassandra got there just in time to witness that scene playing out. Before she could do anything to try and stop the fight, a handsome man showed up and stopped the two of them.

"What do you think you're doing? !"

With just a s

Falling from nobility, Zen Luo became a humble slave and served as a human punchbag for his former cousins. Inadvertently, he found a way to refine himself into a weapon and a legend started because of that. With a strong belief in never surrender, he strove for revenges and pursued big dreams. Warriors from various clans contended for hegemony and the world was stirred. Relying on the body that was comparable to a powerful weapon, Zen beat his numerous enemies on his way to the immortality. Would he succeed eventually?

e suffering too much given the fact that Yazid was there to look after him.

"Hans, how are you related with Yazid?" Cassandra asked after taking a sip from the cup of water.

Pausing for a moment, Hans answered, "Our families actually know each other quite well. His father is the head of the Radio and Television Bureau."

Well, it shouldn't come as a surprise how people from the upper class all seemed to like gathering together.

"Cassandra, I have a very serious dilemma now," Hans exclaimed, with a grim look on his face.

Wondering what it might be, Cassandra asked, "What's wrong?"

Looking as though he was about to break into tears, Hans explained, "A demon is about to come here. To be honest, I'd rather die than see her face."

It was rare for Cassandra to see Hans acting so depressed. Because of that, it piqued her curiosity a little. "What sort of torture has she brought upon you? Why are you so desperate to steer clear of her?"

The memory of the time when Sara last stayed in his house came rushing into his mind. Back then, he had been slapped by his father almost each and every day all because of her.

"Demon Sara should still be in America right now. Why did she suddenly come back here? Oh, my God! She's going to drive me mad. Help me!" Hans cried out.

Cassandra couldn't help but chuckle, "Alright. Stop being so dramatic. It's not like she's going to eat you or something."