The first gunshot triggered a domino effect. Soon, over twenty rifles unleashed a torrent of bullets toward Jamel.Lying sprawled on the ground, Jamel cursed inwardly, feeling as though thousands of horses were trampling his chest.Without hesitation, he rolled to the side and scrambled back toward the villa for cover.Faced with the relentless hail of bullets, even Jamel’s genetically enhanced body wasn’t enough to quell his fear. He didn’t dare attempt a direct confrontation.Jamel lacked Rubin's defensive capabilities and certainly didn't have the muscle mass to stop a bullet.Bang! Bang!Although Jamel reacted quickly, a few bullets still hit him, and the intense pain slowed his movements.Panicked and desperate, Jamel scrambled toward the wall, only to find Alexander standing there, waiting.Caught between a tiger in front and a pack of wolves behind, Jamel's situation couldn’t be more dire. The thought of dropping to his knees and begging for forgiveness flashed through his mind
Standing beside Jamel, Alexander spoke disdainfully: “I know you're faking it, and I know someone will probably come to save you. But since I’m intrigued by genetic modification, I’ll let you go this time. I hope next time we meet, you’ll have your priorities straight."Jamel suppressed the urge to curse Alexander and continued pretending to be lifeless."Damn it, of course, I know how to think! How was I supposed to know you were this strong, pretending to be useless just to mess with people!"His thoughts roiled with frustration: “It's all because the level of genetic modification was too low. I need to go back and work on secon
Early in the morning, Alexander and Eleanor headed to the company together.Due to the reconstruction of the factory, Eleanor had many matters to handle. Seeing her workload, Alexander felt distressed for her and volunteered to help.As the couple left, Byrne, lying low in his Jetta parked by the roadside, slouched down further to avoid drawing Alexander’s attention.Although the information he had received claimed Alexander was unremarkable, someone had paid three billion to have him killed. That alone suggested something unusual about this man.If it were just an ordinary target, three billion could buy the lives of over twenty people.Byrne speculated that whoever placed the bounty likely had past conflicts with Alexander, possibly sending someone after him who ended up severely injured, thus justifying the exorbitant price for hiring assassins.After Alexander and Eleanor disappeared from view, Byrne slowly sat up.Picking up his phone from the dashboard, he paused the video recor
Alexander gently covered her mouth, speaking softly: “I've never held any of that against them. You are my entire world, and that makes your parents my parents too. I won't let their treatment of me stop me from giving it my all."Eleanor nodded firmly, tears once again spilling from her eyes.Alexander patted her shoulder, then stood up and knocked twice on the door: “I’m here. Can I come in?"Byrne, holding his phone, checked the feed from a hallway camera, clearly seeing Alexander and Eleanor standing outside.Noting there were only the two of them, Byrne's lips curled into a smirk. Picking up his pistol, he said: “Come in."Click.Alexander inserted the key into the lock, turned it, and pushed the door open.He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.Byrne, seated behind Eleanor's unconscious parents, squinted, raised his pistol, and quickly fired at Alexander.Bang. Bang. Bang.The silenced pistol emitted three muffled shots in quick succession, the bullets forming a trian
Byrne remained silent, finally realizing that his injuries left him completely immobile. Escaping on his own was out of the question.“I told you I’d let you go, and I will. But shouldn’t you call someone to pick you up? I think Nash would be a fitting choice to come and collect you.”Byrne understood Alexander’s intention—to use him as bait to lure Nash. He assumed Alexander wanted to extract information from Nash.(Nash: An illegal middleman trader - Jeremy Mark.)“I-I can call Nash. But I’m just a hired hand, after all. Jeremy’s the intermediary—he might not even care about me.”“If he doesn’t come, then call someone else. I’m nothing if not merciful.” Alexander said with a cold smile.Merciful?After rendering Byrne a cripple? That’s brutal.Byrne cursed inwardly, managing a bitter smile: “My phone’s on the table. Could you hand it to me?”Alexander picked up Byrne’s phone, dialed Jeremy’s number, and turned on the speakerphone.The call connected quickly, and Jeremy’s nonchalant
"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!