Chapter 433: What Do You Have To Say For Yourself?
"Oh look," Tracie smirked, her voice dripping with amusement. "You’re here."
Xander’s sharp eyes darted across the hospital hallway, taking in the scene before him. Blood stained the floor, and bodies of unconscious security guards littered the space. His gaze shifted to Harry. But what caught his attention the most was the woman standing over him, her hand gripping a gun pressed firmly against his head.
Xander narrowed his eyes at the scene, his expression unreadable.
"Xander, long time no see," Harry coughed, forcing a weak smirk despite the pain etched on his face.
Before he could say anything else, Tracie let out an annoyed hiss and, without hesitation, slammed the butt of the gun against the side of his head. Harry groaned, his body lurching sideways from the force before he collapsed onto his stomach.
"Took you long enough to get here," Tracie muttered, her sharp eyes never leaving Xander’s.
Xander tilted his head slightly, his expression betraying nothing. "What’s happening here? And do you know me?" His voice was calm, yet there was a slight edge to it, a hint of suspicion as he observed her.
However, Tracie ignored his question.
"Don’t think I’m done with you," she growled before driving her boot into his ribs. Harry let out a strangled yelp, his body jerking from the impact.
"Who sent you to kill Fiona?" Tracie demanded.
Harry coughed violently, spitting blood onto the white tiles, but even as he struggled to breathe, he chuckled. "I thought you were only going to ask once." His smirk widened despite the pain, the blood staining his lips only making his expression more sinister.
Tracie’s grip on the gun tightened, her fingers itching to pull the trigger, but before she could strike him again, Xander took a step forward.