Leslie Rowe, the project manager, ran over to Amber, panting hard. "Miss Chesire, those men are blocking the road again. They deflated our tires, too! Our driver was beaten up and sent to the hospital!"Also, they demanded that we buy their building materials, or they won't let anyone enter. But the
"W—What?" Amber sputtered, not able to believe what Alexander had said. "You talked to them?"Even the police could not do anything about them!"You're not kidding with me, are you, Alex?" Amber grabbed his arm excitedly.Alexander smiled. "Of course. Why would I lie to my wife?"Amber was elated.W
In the VIP room at the Imperial Bathhouse."Fuck off! Everyone, just fuck off!" Neil chased off the few scantily clad masseuses around him before turning to glare at the tattooed man next to him."Your men are useless, Nick Panther! They couldn't even handle a bitch like Amber Chesire! I paid you fo
"A—Alex! Are you alright?" Amber slowly came to her senses. She might be shocked, but she was more worried.While Alexander was an impressive fighter, he went up against almost 40 thugs. He might have gotten hurt!"How would these weaklings get to hurt me?" Alexander walked over to Amber and smiled.
"What a rare occasion this is. What made you think of me suddenly?" Nick said mischievously.George sneered. "I see you've gotten ballsy, Nick. How dare you mess with my projects!"Listen up! Your men, all thirty-eight of them, are with me. Bring me seven and a half million dollars in exchange for t
"I don't feel good troubling you again, Nick." Neil watched on at the side, sipping his tea. "I'll think of something for my problem. You don't have to return the money I gave you previously," he added sarcastically.Nick turned to look at him. He clenched his fists even tighter.Losing a limb or tw
"B—Boss?" Nick Panther's men were shocked by the sight.Ray and the others, too, were just as baffled.Nick Panther, the infamous ruthless thug of Ol' Mare, had his head shoved to the ground by Alexander.Nick's men were especially frightened. They threw their weapons to the ground and lowered their
"You want to complain, you say? What right do you have to complain?"The saleswoman menacingly added, "You're poor, yet you want to pretend you're a wealthy customer? I despise bitches like you the most! If you have the money, buy the entire store! If you can't carry them home, I'll do it for you! I