His mind mulled on the prospect of him about to get kidnapped, for real this time. He wasn't too afraid though as he was certain he could put up a good fight amongst whoever was unlucky enough to face him. He braced himself for the kidnap attempt, but waiting anxiously, not one person stormed out of the van, and match towards them. They were not the one getting jumped. Abruptly, a loud girlish screech filled the air, followed by the voices of men. From the continuous screams of the woman, desperate yelps for help, and the men vocally attempting to silence her, it became evident that she was in trouble. And Alex prepared to intervene, but was impeded by the knights, who locked the passenger doors.“What is this?! Unlock the doors and let's go and save her?” He yelled anxiously. They ignored him, and drew out their respective pistols, readying to protect him with it if the need be. “I am speaking to you people! Open the doors and let's go and save that woman before it's too late!”

Alex approached the attendant counter and wore a friendly smile. He parted his lips to speak, and as he did, he noticed the grimace that crept on the lady's face. “Good day. Okay, so I would like to acquire something. But that thing might not be available here, so if you don't mind. Could you call out your manager, so I can speak to her. She definitely knows what I'm looking for.” All the time Alex spoke, the attendant not once looked at his direction. She didn't even attempt to fulfill his requests, and just stood behind her desk, eyes glued her phone's screen. Later, she increased the phone's volume to drown out Alex's voice, after he tried repeating his request.For minutes, Alex spoke to her and she shunned him as if he wasn't a customer. Infuriated by her actions, the unknown heir proceeded to bellowed his words at her, and although it shook her slightly, she still didn't honor him as a customer.Instead, she dropped down her phone, distastefully beheld him, and sneered. “Didn't

The attendant staggered backward, shocked to her core, while the man and his girlfriend stood frozen behind Alex, barely able to process what had just unfolded before their eyes. Meanwhile, the unknown heir, smugly surveyed their faces and guffawed at their astonishment.“Package the items,” Alex ordered authoritatively. The attendant hurriedly nodded, then packaged the clothes and jewelry. In less than a second, she had arranged the items into the shop's customized takeout bag. Consequently, she handed it over to him with a forced smile, and Alex took it from her, passing it to the man's girlfriend. “I believe this is yours, beautiful,” he mouthed, and the girl slowly took it from him, awestruck.Turning to her boyfriend, whose face had morphed from shock into barely-concealed rage, Alex parted his lips to speak, but the man spoke first—or more like yelled first. “It's a setup! I don't believe this. You... you damn lowlife can't possibly spend three million dollars on clothes just fo

In the elevator, as both parties rode it down, there was an awkward silence in the tight air. The tangible awkwardness intensified every time the manager failed to cautiously look at Alex without him reciprocating, and whenever he did catch her looking, she would instantly avert her gaze from his. They were at this for over a minute until Alex broke the social tension by speaking.Pursing his lips thoughtfully, he carefully thought of what he would ask her. It struck him. “So... I am guessing you have been sewing wears for my family for a very long time, huh?”Truthfully, Alex found it odd that the person Kate had told him about. The person who she said had been in charge of creating outfits for the Lord's family for more than three decades looked like she was in her late thirties. The math was not adding up in his head.She inclined her head. “Well... hmm. Actually, Mr. Lord, I am not the one who sews the clothes. That would be Madam Hubo. She solely is the one in charge of making an

Alex was pensive. Initially, he contemplated asking if Madam Catherine's sister held the title of a Lord. However, he swiftly realized the question was foolish because if her twin sister was a Lord and Madam Catherine wasn't, it logically implied that her sister wasn't a Lord after all. But, what if she acquired the title through association or marriage to a genuine Lord? So many questions swirled in Alex's mind.“How did your sister acquire the badge then?” he inquired, eager to trace the matter to its origin. However, Madam Catherine raised her fingers and wagged them dismissively, a clear indication that she had no intention of divulging the information.“Your opportunities are exhausted, Mr. Lord. Remember, three chances?” she reminded, prompting Alex to grit his teeth. He was thoroughly fed up with people obstructing his quest for the truth about his family. Now, he was determined not to be deterred; he had a multitude of questions, and his curiosity demanded satisfaction.Alex s