Chapter 90

Cathy Black laughed as she fired all of her shot, yet only to freeze in disbelief.

Alex stood before her, unscathed-no bullet hole, not even scratch.

"Impossible," she gasped, her eyes widening.

She glanced at her gun, empty now, as the hollow click confirmed her worst fear.

Alex's lips curled into a cold smile. "You're truly lucky, I don't hit women."

He turned away, striding toward Charles, who was trembling near the wooden table.

"But you," Alex continued, grabbing Charles by the shoulder, lits grip firm as iron,

"you hit my wife. Seems like you're good at hitting women."

"No! No, I'm not!" Charles stammered, his body quaking like a leaf.

Alex's voice dropped, a venomous edge creeping into his tone.

"Your wife hit my wife. Don't you think it's only fair you take the hit as payment?"

Without waiting for an answer, Alex slammed his fist into the sturdy wooden table beside him.

as the table split

don't! My wife's the one who hit her! Don't hurt an

brow arching as if he'd

Charles's desperation spilled over.

her, I'll do it

expression darkened, his

easy on her, and it wouldn't count." He raised his hand, poised to

swear I'll hit her! I'll repay her debt ten

were frantic as he rushed toward Cathy, who was distracted, typing away on

up just as

she snapped,

react, Charles's fist

her sprawling backward, blood

up in stunned disbelief, her phone clattering to

taken aback, as Charles delivered the blow without hesitation or

his voice trembling but resolute. "I have to do this, or this gentleman wil

both fists high and brought them down on Cathy again, driving

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of his blows was merciless, each one fueled by

violent seed, and given the right soil, it will always

cries echoed through the room as Charles's face twisted

had

gave him an

as he whispered under his breath "This is

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