Alexander walked out of the Tudor company, his head cast down. He could see the sympathetic stares of some of the staff while the others laughed at him. At the reception, he heard the lady saying, "I knew president Fiona could never be with a man like that," then the crowd laughed. Outside, under the blistering heat of the July sun, Alexander felt anger surge through him; he didn't want to break down in front of the Tudor building, so he quickly took a cab and headed home. "Where are you heading?" The driver asked and he realized that he didn't even know where he was going. If Fiona had divorced him, would they still be living together? Could he at least spend the night at the house until he could get his own place? Did he even have the money to get his own place? Some of these questions ran through his head and the driver impatiently asked him again of his destination. At the same time, his phone rang and he pulled it out of his pocket. It was his boss from the factory and h

In surprise, Alexander looked back, expecting to find someone else behind him, surely he couldn't be the one all the hefty men were bowing to. "Me?" Alexander asked, still shocked at the turn of events. The old man turned to one of them and slapped them across the face soundly. The man knelt immediately and asked for pardon. Alexander couldn't understand what was happening. "Please pardon them, young master, they will be punished for their misdeeds," the old man said, bowing respectfully. Alexander didn't even know what he was talking about but he nodded, glad to be released and now apparently in authority. The old man asked the thugs to leave them at once and they all hurried away. "I'm sorry, young master, but it hasn't been an easy task finding you," he said. "Who are you?" Alexander asked the burning question in his mind. He couldn't shake the feeling that he'd seen the old man before, but he couldn't quite recall where or when. "I'm sure you can't recall me, it's

The manager remained on the floor, his head bowed respectfully. The receptionist noticed what her boss was doing and quickly joined in too, not even knowing why. "How could you delay the young master?" The manager snapped at her and that was the first time she saw the token. Immediately, she prostrated and asked for pardon. "I'll forgive you both if you send them out of the hotel," Alexander, gesturing to Fiona and Sam. Fiona scoffed, she folded her hands without moving, she knew how important she was. How important the Tudor family was to the growth and success of the Continental hotel. She believed they would never dream of sending her away just because of Alexander. But to her absolute surprise, she saw the manager quickly nod and then got on his feet, walking to her with an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry, but I have no choice," he said. Sam sneered at the man, "How dare you address the president of the Tudor family in such a manner? Do you have any idea w

"Don't dare touch him!" A cold voice commanded and everyone went still, turning to the direction of the voice. It was a lady dressed in all leather. Her dress fell just below her thighs and her knee length boots clicked on the rules floor loudly as she walked across. "He doesn't belong here, he has no invitation," Grace snapped at the stranger. The girl was wearing a pair of sunglasses that covered her small face and her black hat hid her perfectly, almost like she didn't want to be recognized. "It doesn't matter," she said. Grace sneered at him, "Is this your toy? You really think she can intimidate me?!" Grace snapped and immediately, her husband, Fiona's father walked to the scene too. It was a Tudor family banquet and most members of the family were in attendance. "Who is this?" George asked, scowling at the girl, "Who invited her?" He asked. "I'm sure she is Alexander's toy, he brought her here to get back at Fiona," Grace said and laughed, "Don't you know that s

As Alexander marched outside the elevator and headed to the parking lot where Brad was, he could hear heavy footfalls just behind him. "Alexander! Wait," the voice of his old butler came and he paused. "I know what you're about to say," he said just as the old man began to speak. "I don't regret it." Harry shook his head in sympathy, "You have no idea what you have just agreed to, the Trial is not a joke! This could be your last day in the Sean family, it's a freaking trap and you walked right into it!" He snapped. "He didn't exactly leave me with any other choice," Alexander replied defensively but Harry disputed that. "You had the chance to beg for mercy and find your ground in the city first, have an idea what the family is all about, at least know your enemy before taking him on," Harry replied. "Beg for mercy? Wasn't my father the grand master of the family? Why should I beg a mere messenger for mercy?" He asked arrogantly. Harry sighed and asked him to get in the c