Alex watched the entire fiasco unfold, a weary sigh escaping him like a man resigned to cleaning up another mess.

He had no appetite for trouble, yet fate had other ideas.

Still, Clara was Sophia's aunt, and family ties had a way of complicating even the simplest matters.

Reluctantly, Alex moved toward Clara, his footsteps heavy with irritation as Hans slithered away unnoticed.

Leaning closer, Alex warned quietly, "A little advice-don't gamble with this one. Things aren't always as bright as they seem."

Clara spun around sharply, eyes blazing with contempt as she assessed him from head to toe.

"Who the hell do you think you are, sticking your nose into everyone's affairs? Jealous, huh? It must burn to see someone actually succeeding while you rot in obscurity."

"You've already destroyed Charles's future and turned him against his own sister. And now you want to sabotage me, too? Keep dreaming, loser!"

Alex's eyes flickered with restrained annoyance, a cold smile ghosting his lips.

"Fine," he drawled lazily, each syllable edged with quiet menace. "Consider yourself warned."

"Get away!" Clara snapped, dismissing him like worthless dirt beneath her shoe. Shrugging with indifference, Alex turned and walked away.

The following day brought Clara unbridled joy, a sense of triumph radiating from every pore.

Her dreams had materialized overnight, crystallized by the million-dollar wire from Charles-her first payment for the coveted Emerald Elixir.

Exhilaration surged through her veins as she confidently stepped into Kingston Pharmaceuticals' marketing division, greeted by Hans's overly accommodating

grin.

Hans eagerly thrust forward the paperwork, his smile hungry for the lucrative payoff.

"Congratulations, Miss Clara," he purred, satisfaction dripping from every word.

"The first shipment-five thousand boxes of Emerald Elixir, each packed with a hundred pills—is yours. Just give us the location, and our team will take care of the rest."

Clara signed swiftly, her excitement almost feverish.

The transaction had barely finished when an unexpected, familiar voice sliced through the air like a whip.

"Hold it right there."

jolted upright, confusion furrowing his brow as he turned

he demanded harshly, sizing him up with

instantly. "Don't mind him, Mr. Hans. This nobody's just

by Clara's dismissal,

Leave quietly before I

with a merciless stare, his

can't sell this batch

Fury distorted Clara's features.

Alex? Marching in here like some vigilante to

right to lash out? Newsflash-Sophia already divorced you.

and beat the hell out of him-teach him

lightning swiftness, Alex's palm cracked violently across Hans's face, leaving the stunned manager clutching his

pain radiated from his cheek. "How dare

low,

to uphold Kingston's standards. But instead, you're stealing company property, selling substandard garbage that

react, Alex unleashed another blistering slap, each strike echoing like

blood trickled from his battered nose and split lips, painting a vivid

flinging open

God! Who the hell is this

lost his damn mind, attacking Kingston staff like

scoffed, shaking his head, "He's digging his

swarmed in, phones quickly dialing security, eager

hysterically, her

you completely lost your mind? Stop right now!" Her voice cracked with a mix of horror

idea how deep you've sunk yourself? You're finished-you won't walk out of

from stone, and without hesitation,

strike, unable to shield himself from Alex's

to cheap talk, Alex might have

arrogance stirred a firestorm inside

wailed in desperation, his voice strained and ragged from pain.

footsteps as burly security guards stormed the scene, swiftly surrounding Alex with menacing stares,

that reinforcements had arrived, pointed venomously at

mistake. I can't wait to watch

mixed with blood spewing from his mouth, "What the hell are

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