Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

Refusing To Be 733

Chapter 733.

Wesley stopped between the two of them, and he said righteously, "That's

enough, why do you need to fight each other? At worst, from now on, he wil give up the idea of getting his inheritance rights. Let me take him away, and he will never appear again in front of you again."

Until that moment, Wesley still spoke in a high and bossy tone, not realizing his mistake.

If it were a few years old, Alexander would definitely be very sad. But at that moment, he only slowly moves his bloodshot eyes towards Wesley's face, and the corners of his mouth carved into a smile that was not a friendly smile. He spoke like a devil, "It is all already mine, what does he need to give them up? Wesley Sterling, if I were you, I would get lost, and not be an eyesore."

"What did you call me?"

In the past, Alexander usually addresses him as Mr. Sterling, but at that moment, he nonchalantly addressed him with his first and last name.

Alexander couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

He looked down and coldly stared at Solomon, "You don't want to say it, do you? I have ways to get you to speak out."

After that, Alexander grabbed Solomon's arm and dragged him on the ground. Solomon was still bleeding, and the scene was no different from the scene of a body dumping.

was smooth sailing. He grew up under the protection

fear. Alexander was

Solomon began to

Alexander dared to do that to Solomon in front of them, they

would use when they couldn't

situation had already begun to spiral out of

no choice but to take out his

about anything that much, he only

get out of Alexander's

him, or I'll report you to the police right

stopped in his tracks. He turned his head and glanced at Wesley, "Call

chin slightly, and Lucas

What are you

he stared at them, "Wesley, I gave you the opportunity to leave, but you brought this upon yourself. Since you two want to be guests, as the host, of course I have to entertain you

stared at the butler fiercely, "Benson, don't

"Mr. Sterling, I'm sorry, but you don't have the right

Eloise screamed, and even her high

son, Alexander, let him

blame me. You should come at me.

on the ground and said softly, "It's too