Chapter 42

Alexander's POV

“Is that a gunshot I hear?” Layla panicked.

“Be calm,” I pushed her aside.

I went into my study room and brought out a small gun in one of my drawers.

I pinched my forehead in annoyance. Enough of this bloody shit! I groaned under my breath.

I stepped outside, of course after warning Layla not to set a foot outside.

I laughed after sighting the intruder. “Oh, it's you. Bitch!” I cursed. I walked towards her, standing in front of her. I glared at her. “Like a mother , like a son.”

She was dressed like a whore. Almost naked, with her sensitive parts outside for the work to see. She wore a very short skirt that only covered her bum and a low-neck crop top that revealed her boobs.

Disgusting! I exclaimed inwardly.

“Alex!” She thundered, pointing a gun at me. “Who do you think you are? Treating my son like a slave?” She glared at me. Her veins popping out like they are about to burst out.

“What do you think you are doing?” I looked down at her, my anger rising. “Get your