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.

crack echoed in the room as the table split clean in

ghostly pale. "Please, don't! My wife's the one

his brow arching as

Charles's desperation spilled over.

it herself! If you won't hit her, I'll do it for

expression darkened, his fist

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

her! I'll repay her debt

as he rushed toward Cathy,

as Charles's shadow

she snapped,

could react, Charles's fist struck her

backward, blood pouring from her broken

up in stunned disbelief, her phone clattering to

delivered

wife," Charles said, his voice trembling but resolute. "I have to do this, or

high and brought them down on Cathy

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blows was merciless, each one

seed, and given

echoed through the room as Charles's

he had hated her for

Alex's presence gave him an

whispered

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