2024-11-23 22:25:05“Get Alexis out,” Raymond ordered.
“Are you sure? He’s the suspect the Greyson family reported, Mr. Raymond,” the warden explained politely.
“Just follow my orders, or you’ll regret it.” Raymond glared at him.
“Y-yes, sir.” With trembling hands, the warden unlocked the cell and released Alexis.
“I’m sorry I arrived late, young master.”
“No problem.”
'Young master?'
The two exited the building and got into a car.
“What exactly happened, Mr. Alexis? How did you end up in prison?” Raymond asked, still in shock after receiving a call from Alexis’s bodyguard, who had secretly been following him.
“It’s all because of Wayne Greyson and his father.” Alexis growled, his voice full of rage. “Wayne framed me and created a scenario that made it look like I assaulted Mikaela. That gave the Cornell family a reason to throw me in jail.”
“He’s gone too far.”
“Exactly. I want you to cancel the partnership with the Greyson Corp.”
“I’ll take care of it right away, young master.”
***
“How about it, Dad? Did you get that bastard locked up?” Wayne asked as soon as Morgan returned home. He couldn’t forget the humiliation of being beaten by Alexis in front of Mikaela, which had completely ruined his plans.
Wayne had been after Mikaela for a long time, and Alexis had ruined everything.
“Of course. It was too easy to throw him in jail.”
“Good.” Wayne smirked maliciously. “Now, I’ll go see Mikaela and propose to her. I’m sure she won’t reject me after the rumors about her and Alexis spread. It’s the only way she can save her reputation.”
“Do whatever you want, son.” Morgan patted his shoulder with pride. “I’ll always support you. No one can stand in your way.”
Wayne grinned. Soon, Mikaela would be mine.
Morgan headed to his office, but his phone suddenly rang.
Seeing the caller ID, Morgan smiled. Finally, Raymond was calling. Surely, it was about the approval for the project funding he had requested. After all, Morris Corp and Greyson Corp had been partners for decades.
“Good evening, Mr. Raymond.”
“There’s no need for pleasantries, Mr. Morgan,” Raymond’s cold tone sent shivers down Morgan's spine.
“I’m calling to inform you that I’m canceling our partnership, permanently. You’ll also need to repay the money you borrowed.”
Morgan's eyes widened. “Why are you doing this suddenly, Mister?” Panic filled his voice.
“Because you made the grave mistake of insulting my bos.”
“Your bos? I swear I’ve never insulted Mr. Vincenzo,” Morgan answered earnestly.
“My decision is final. I hope to never see you again.”
The call ended abruptly.
“Hello? Mr. Raymond? Hello? ARGH!” Morgan hurled his phone to the floor, smashing it into pieces.
“Damn it! This is a disaster!” Morgan paced back and forth, pulling at his hair in frustration.
“What’s wrong, Dad?” Wayne asked, alarmed.
“Raymond just canceled our partnership out of nowhere!”
“What?!”
***
“I’ve canceled the deal, as you requested, Mr. Alexis,” Raymond reported as he slipped his phone back into his tuxedo pocket.
“Good.” Alexis smirked. “I can’t wait to hear about the Greyson Corp’s downfall.”
“They deserve it.”
Alexis’s eyes suddenly landed on a woman sobbing by the sidewalk.
“Stop!”
The driver slammed on the brakes, jolting everyone forward.
“What’s wrong, young master?”
Without answering, Alexis got out and approached Mikaela, who was crying.
“What happened? Why are you out here so late? It’s dangerous.”
Mikaela looked up, startled. “Alexis?! How are you out? You must’ve escaped!”
“No.” Alexis’s expression remained cold, though his heart raced nervously. “I proved my innocence.”
“Really?” Her eyes lit up. “Who’s the real culprit? Tell me so I can force him to clarify what really happened between us to my family!”
“What exactly happened?” Alexis pressed.
Mikaela huffed in frustration. “I was kicked out.”
“Oh.” Alexis showed no sympathy.
“That’s all you have to say?” Mikaela snapped. “I got kicked out because of you.”
“Because of me?” Alexis echoed, his tone sarcastic. “I wouldn’t have been in prison if I hadn’t risked my life to save you.”
Mikaela turned away, ashamed. She couldn’t deny the truth. She owed Alexis her life.
He handed her a handkerchief. “Stop crying.”
“I don’t need it.” Mikaela quickly wiped her tears, embarrassed to be so vulnerable in front of him.
“I’ll take you home.”
“There’s no need,” Mikaela refused. “They won’t take me back. No one cares about me anymore.”
“That’s nonsense. You’re still Carlos’s granddaughter and part of the Cornell family.”
“You’re wrong, Alexis.” Mikaela lowered her head. “They’ve never seen me or my parents as part of the Cornell family.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m useless.” Mikaela chuckled bitterly. “I’ll never be as good as Zelle.”
Alexis was stunned. He hadn’t expected such an admission. An idea suddenly crossed his mind. “I’ll help you take revenge on Zelle.”
She gaped at him in shock. “How? You have nothing.”
Alexis smirked slyly. “By marrying me.”
Mikaela glared at him. “I hate Zelle, but I’d never stoop so low as to marry you!”
“Fine. But take care of yourself. There are a lot of robberies around here. They like to target daughters of wealthy families.”
Alexis turned to leave, but he froze when someone hugged him tightly from behind, squeezing the breath out of him.
“Don’t leave me! What if Wayne comes after me and kills me? The Cornells don’t care about me anymore!”
Alexis smirked, realizing his plan had worked. “I’ll protect you while you’re disowned, but... you’ll have to marry me.”
Mikaela shoved him away, disgusted. “You’re despicable!”
“No problem. Bye.”
"Tsk!" Mikaela mulled over his offer. She had no other choice. She had no money, no home, and Alexis was the only one she could trust now.
“Okay! Fine! I accept your marriage proposal!"
Alexis smirked.
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"Are you sure you’re going to marry Mikaela, young master?" Raymond's voice came through Alexis’s phone. "Yes." Alexis glanced at Mikaela, who was sound asleep on his bed. They were currently staying at Carlos's orphanage—Alexis’s childhood home—since bringing her to his mansion was out of the question. "But she and her family insulted you." Alexis chuckled slyly. "I'm not marrying her without a reason, Raymond. This is all part of my revenge plan." "What’s your plan, Mr. Alexis? Allow me to assist you." "You’ll know soon enou—" "Tsk! You’re so noisy, Alexis," Mikaela grumbled, her voice groggy as she rubbed her eyes. "Who are you talking to, huh?" "I’m applying for a job." "This late at night? Seriously?" "It’s already morning, Miss." Alexis chuckled at her confusion. "Really?" Mikaela’s eyes widened as she pulled back the curtains. "Oh my God! I’m late!" She jumped out of bed and hurried to the door, grabbing her scarf along the way. "Late for what?" Alexis fol
