“I’m going to die... Let me go!”The workshop head and several workers nearby watched in horror as Auden desperately struggled for his life. The shock was written all over their faces.Is this really the infamous ‘useless guy’?Since when are ‘useless’ people this fierce?What if this madman, in a fit of rage, decided to kill everyone in the factory?Everyone shuddered at the thought, their gaze toward Alexander shifting dramatically.Alexander’s show of force wasn’t just about Auden—it was a calculated move to intimidate the others quickly. Otherwise, they’d waste more time arguing and being blocked from the inspection.For Eleanor’s sake, Alexander decided to play the bad guy to the end.Even Eleanor was taken aback, feeling a cold sweat break out. She feared Alexander might actually strangle Auden to death in his rage. She rushed forward, pulling at Alexander’s arm and shouting:"Alexander, calm down! Let him go. You’ll kill him! There’s no need for a murder!"Alexander’s icy gaze
"You’re too kind, Phineas. Have some fruit while you’re here, and I’ll get you some tea.""No need to fuss, auntie. I just came by for a bit and will be leaving shortly."As soon as Phineas finished speaking, the sound of the door opening caught his attention, and he eagerly turned to look.Eleanor and Alexander walked in together. Phineas looked at Alexander's unscathed face and felt a surge of anger.What was going on?Why wasn’t Alexander injured at all?Could Caelan Krat have attacked the wrong person?A flood of questions rushed through Phineas' mind, but now wasn't the time to ask. He had to swallow his confusion.Seeing Phineas sitting on the sofa, Alexander greeted him cheerfully: “General Manager Nichols, here to visit? Your face sure healed up quickly."Phineas' face twitched, and he gritted his teeth, trying not to let his anger show."My injury wasn't serious. But I heard, Alexander, that you're still lazing around at home. You can't stay home forever. You should get out t
Ramsay took a deep breath, trying to figure out what Alexander was doing there.Two men and two women, meeting with HR? Ramsay couldn’t wrap his head around it. Could it be that the Young Master was trying to get a job for a friend?But that didn’t make sense. If Alexander wanted to get someone a job, he could have just called him directly.Was Alexander here in disguise?But why would he visit the HR department in that case?Ramsay’s mind raced wi
"Idiot, useless! You can't even manage to watch over a car properly, letting someone scratch Young Master Roberts' car like this!""Absolutely useless, I shouldn't have hired you! Stupid, useless!"In front of Ava Beautiful Spa stood a fat man in a suit, relentlessly berating a young man in his early twenties. The young man, named Alexander Reynolds, was working as a guard and car attendant at the spa because he couldn't find any other job.Earlier, another car had accidentally scratched Peyton Roberts' car, a young master from the city's elite family, when its door was opened. It wasn't Alexander's fault, but as the guard, he bore the brunt of the excessive criticism."Half of your month's salary will be deducted!""But I only earn $3000 a month, if you deduct half then...""No more talking, or do you want to pay for the scratch on Young Master Roberts' car? Even if you sold your miserable life, it wouldn't be enough to cover it!"Alexander remained silent. He couldn't afford to pay,
At this moment, Eleanor stepped forward and said to the old man: "Grandfather, Alexander is here."Mr. Marshall, with a head full of silver hair, wearing a white suit, let go of Mary's small soft hand, without looking at Alexander, and said to the butler beside him: "Bring him the papers to sign.""Yes, sir."The butler went up to Alexander, took out a document, and coldly said: "This is the divorce agreement between you and Miss Eleanor. Sign it and Mr. Marshall will treat young Miss Mary. Rest assured, Mr. Marshall has found a donor for Mary's marrow, and you don't need to worry about the treatment costs."Hearing this, Alexander's eyes filled with emotion, he looked at the butler with confusion and anger, then turned to Mr. Marshall and said: "Grandfather, Mary is my daughter, why not use my marrow?""Shut your mouth!"Mr. Marshall shouted, his cold eyes staring at Alexander, gripping his cane: "Do you deserve to be Mary's father? Hurry up and sign, from now on, you and the Marshal
Eleanor stood by, hearing Mary call Alexander "Dad." waves of emotion surged within her, tears streaming down."Oh no! This girl must be feverish and confused. How could this loser be her dad?"Someone mumbled beside them.Old Mr. Marshall's face also darkened, turning to sit down, taking Mary's small hand: "Mary, have you forgotten what Grandpa said? He's not your dad!"This cold admonition made adorable Mary pout, tears welling up.She looked at Alexander, mustering the courage in the angry gazes of those around, extending her small white hand: "He's my dad, I want my dad by my side...""Silence! He's not your dad! Having Grandpa with you is enough."Old Mr. Marshall's face was icy, directly rejecting, without turning back, saying to Alexander: "You have two days to think, for Mary's sake, you know what to do."Alexander's heart ached terribly, looking at his daughter on the hospital bed. For three years, it was the first time she called him dad.No matter what, he had to cure Mary!
There was no security at the front of the BrightPath Solutions club because no one dared to cause trouble here.In and out were prominent figures in Golden Harbor and elsewhere, any of whom could call the shots.Who would be blind enough to cause trouble at BrightPath Solutions?Hanging up the phone, Miley crossed her arms, her eyes glared at Alexander, smiling mockingly: "Idiot, you're done for!"Alexander felt helpless, quietly took out his phone, called Sherman, and said coldly: "I'm at the front door, being stopped, you have three minutes."Seeing Alexander pretend to make a phone call, Miley laughed uncontrollably, her beautiful body trembling, she sneered: "Damn! Are you calling our Chairman Lopez? Damn poor guy, you're not even good at pretending."Alexander didn't argue back but stood there calmly with his hands behind his back.This drove Miley mad!What the hell, how dare he ignore her!Damn!At the same time, Sherman Lopez, the chairman behind the BrightPath Solutions priva
Mr. Marshall, excited, asked: "Mr. Lewis, who sent all this?"Mr. Lewis glanced subtly at Alexander, who was frowning slightly, and replied: "The Reynolds family."The Reynolds family?The Marshall family members were all puzzled, not understanding.What Reynolds family?"Mr. Lewis, this Reynolds family..." Mr. Marshall began to ask politely, having already grasped the situation from the conversation earlier.The Reynolds family sent such valuable medical equipment and drugs, showing their status and power were far beyond what the Marshall family could compare to.Mr. Lewis just smiled, looking at Alexander, and said: "I only came to deliver the items; I don't know the rest."With that, he left the hospital room.Immediately, the people in the room fell silent."Who exactly is this Reynolds family, and why did they send these things? Does anyone know anyone from the Reynolds family?" Mr. Marshall asked.The Marshall family members shook their heads."Grandpa, maybe it's Alexander." To