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"You looking down on me?"

Ava Adam didn't bother hiding the disgust in her eyes. She was a pretty girl, but the way she curled her lip laid bare every bit of her ugliness.

Hank Grayson couldn't stand to look at her. He frowned.

"Enough talk. Just get on with it."

She shot him one last contemptuous glance before turning and walking out.

Less than twenty minutes later