It was later that evening that Alexander finally cleaned up and decided to meet Alicia at one of the fanciest restaurants in the town. He asked Brad to make a special reservation for just the two of them at the rooftop. Alexander was a little scared, maybe not terrified as the old man had wanted him to be but that did not mean he was not anxious or nervous at all. He was still bothered about how he would accomplish such a hard task. He refused to even think about the parts where he had to marry a royal from one of the top four families in the city. Deciding he would get to that sea when the time was right and definitely find a way to cross it, he focused his attention on the very first task. Unbuttoning his shirt two at the top, he stepped out of the car and walked into the restaurant, Brad was right behind him. The valley at the entrance got the car key and ushered them inside. Alexander could not help but admit that the place was exquisite. Multicolored chandeliers hun

Alexander looked at Alicia's father as he quickly instructed the waiter to get his card and pay for everything they had bought from the restaurant, including the special reservation. Alicia simply rolled her eyes because she knew that her father was accusing Alexander wrongly. "You think I am going to let you little boyfriend get away with this one?" Beck asked. But Alexander did not reply, in fact he did not need to because his actions would have to speak clearer than whatever words he had to say. The waiter looked a little confused, as much as he did not want to embarrass Alexander because he had just booked such an expensive restaurant, he was kind of torn between choices as Beck began to insult him and claim he did not have the money to pay. In fact, the waiter kind of believed Beck because he was a very influential man in the town and his daughter, Alicia , often came to the restaurant too and was always with men that made her take the bill. Apparently, Alexander would not be

The next day couldn't have arrived fast enough for Alexander. Despite having a warm scented bath the previous night, he spent most of the night turning and tossing in bed without getting any sleep. He was kind of nervous about getting to the company the next day and he couldn't even explain where his nerves were coming from. Alexander realized that he was the new leader of the Sean family but somehow those titles still seemed far away from him. It was as if he was the one and yet he wasn't. Alexander soon realized that he had to pass the trial in order to get optimum respect and the influence he wanted from the Sean family. Dressed in a crisp white shirt and pair of tan trousers, Alexander clicked on his cufflinks and looked at his reflection on the mirror again. He did not look bad at all and he could confidently agree with that. Moving outside, the first person he saw was Harry, who was dressed in a French suit and a bow tie that matches perfectly with his hair color. "Good

Everyone was trying to talk at about the same time and the living room ended up sounding oddly like a poultry farm. Grace could barely hear herself and Fiona was still struggling to make her point known to her family. "If you guys could just listen for one freaking second!" Fiona bellowed, frustrated with the whole lecture she was getting from her entire family. Grace, her mother glared at her, clearly not interested in whatever explanation she had to give. "What could you possibly say that will make any sense to us? We have just lost the one deal that meant everything to us!" She snapped. "But we have been doing well without them and we can still survive even if the McIntyre family doesn't want to invest in our company," she argued. Gilbert, her brother, chuckled and asked if she had any idea what was actually going on in the family. "I think you have been in your own little bubble with Alexander for so long and now you're with that Same guy so you haven't really been not

Alexander was oblivious to the plans of his in-laws against him. Not only had Grace found a way to get his attention but she was going to set about it in the worst method possible. Fiona didn't want to be a part of it because she was still ashamed of how it had gone down the last time at the police station with Uncle Benson but Grace was a little more optimistic. She had crafted out a cruel scheme that had to work one way or the other. Alexander showed up at work the next day, he had a few investors to meet from Germany and he was very pleased to receive them. Not only was he trying to grow the company but he was trying to get some connections for himself too. Miss Pamela had oddly been unavailable since the phone call at the storage room that day and although the P.A mentioned that she had called in sick, Alexander didn't believe that at all. It was about 10 o'clock when Margaret tapped on his office door and told him that the investors were down stairs and ready to meet with