Alexander bowing and scraping to Santiago to save New Chesire Group some cash, just to get out of paying the deposit and the profit share? What a laughable thought!"Mister Santiago Quain."In that instant, as Amber, arm-in-arm with Alexander, paused at the threshold of the banquet hall, she turned
It was time to act?As Santiago's last word hung in the air, Coleman's expression twisted into something monstrous, his eyes glinting with a hatred that cut to the bone.This was a perfect moment to settle scores, both old and new.He had been humiliated at the Vittorio Business League's headquarter
While Santiago was losing it at Coleman, Alexander and Amber strolled out of the hotel lobby, hands intertwined, shoulders touching. They were unconcerned with the drama they had left behind in the banquet hall."Parting on bad terms... That's perfect."Upstairs in the same hotel, Alice stood by the
A setup? Who in Phoenix City would have the guts to pose as Alexander and snatch the Bamboo Sword Sect leader's daughter?Moreover, the timing could not be more suspicious. Just half an hour before, Alexander had slapped Santiago across the face, making the Quain family the butt of every joke among
There he was, Alexander himself.With Amber's hand in his and a smile on his face, he strolled from the casino's entrance to Aaron's side. He took a moment to appraise the three loyal men standing behind him, a look of quiet approval in his eyes. "Impressive. The three of you together might just tak
Tears streamed down Bermita's face as she huddled in the corner of the storeroom.The seven towering men were closing in, their stench of sweat and grime assaulting her senses. Bound and gagged, she could not scream for help or mercy.She felt a despair that cut to her very soul."I'm up first!""St
To live, or to die?Death came in many flavors, but sometimes, life could taste far worse."Don't think you can intimidate me!" Coleman's whole body quivered, his fingers white-knuckled around the dagger at Bermita's throat. He screamed at Alexander, "I've got a hostage! Bermita's life is in my hand
"The Vittorio Business League was facing a season of upheaval."In the grand living room of the Quain estate, the patriarch, Radnor Quain, sat in the central seat of the sofa. His gaze was fixed on his son, his brow creased with worry. "For years, the major families have worked together in harmony,