The Impervious Courier

Chapter 97

Stupefied, Cory turned to see who the hell that was. Who the hell it was that stepped in his way in such a way.

Even if he wouldn't be able to show his supernatural powers here, at least he would leave a mark on whoever the fuck it was.

When he looked, he saw a smiling face staring him dead in the eye. It was none other than this worst nightmare, Harry.

Harry stood tall, his cologne quite strong and noisy. He had gone to change his own dress, too. It would seem as though there was a dress competition between him and Sheiley.

"What do you think you are doing?" Harry snapped at Cory in a low tone, as if he was trying to keep the ears of the crowd away from it.

But that was quite unusual. That was not the kind of person he was. Harry was the type to stand on top of a mountain crying for attention.

Seeing him talking in a low voice got Cory a little intrigued, which made the latter forget about what he had sworn to do to the person who had interrupted the moment.

"Shouldn't I be as