Chapter 1313 Sonia crossed her hands at her chest as she glared at the man that held Dior.
This woman was lying for sure!
Harry was so full of himself. He knew she was having her birthday banquet at the same hotel, so he surely would not come!
All of a sudden, just as Sonia thought of that, the door abruptly opened...
Harry walked out with his long legs. His gaze unconsciously swept past Sonia, but he did not want to go that way.
Sonia widened her eyes at him with disbelief.
She was so close to where Dior was, yet he did not see her?
Also, why was he in the hotel with that woman?
Sonia bit her pale lip and blurted, "Harry! Why are you here?"
Was he intentionally blanking her!?
Harry heard her voice and paused for a moment.
Following that, he acted as if nothing happened. He did not turn back as he went straight to Dior.
He glared at the man coldly and snapped, "Let go of her!"
The vulgar man turned back and was met with a tall, lean man. "What if I donât?" he mocked.
Harryâs eyes had a layer of frost on. He was cracking his knuckles loudly.
The vulgar man saw his stance and jeered, "What? You want to fight me? Well, if you win me, she goes with you. If you lose, you're a piece of sh*t and she comes with me-"
Bam!
Harry punched his pig face before he could finish.
The man staggered a few steps backward before his heavy body fell to the floor.
"Wow!"
Standing at the sidelines, Dior's eyes shimmered as her hands patted her cheeks, much like a fangirl would. She gazed at the dashing Harry and proclaimed instinctively, "So handsome!" "You...damn it! You..."
Blood oozed out of the lips of the beaten man as he struggled to get back up on his feet. Drunkenly, he staggered toward Harry.
Harry's eyes were cold. He punched him once more, and his fist put him to the floor once again!
Falling onto the floor, the man suffered in pain as he pointed a shaky finger at Hary. Alas, he merely opened his mouth and fresh blood kept oozing out. He was unable to speak...
Harry walked over to put his hands on Dior's shoulder. "Are you hurt?â he asked gently.
"No."
Dior looked at him lovingly. She recalled that Sonia was watching them and said, "Darling, you looked so handsome earlier. Are you hurt? Let me blow it for you." "Itâs okay," dismissed Harry and coldly glanced over at Sonia before walking back to the private room.
Sonia saw the two of them so in love. Her face went pale and white as she clenched her fists.
Suddenly...
Sonia saw the vulgar man behind them. Her eyes widened as she cried out in fear, "Harry! Move!"
Before the two of them sensed it, a sharp knife stabbed right into Harry's waist...
"Argh!" he moaned and looked down at the knife in his waist. He raised his leg to kick the man a few meters away.
"Ah..."
The man spat out a mouthful of blood before he fainted.
"Harry...â
Dior did not expect that to happen!
She looked at the knife embedded in his waist. "I.J'II bring you to the hospital!" she declared shakily.