The Consortium’s Heir by Benjamin_Jnr

Read The Consortium’s Heir Chapter 136 – Alice couldn‘t believe her eyes at the sight before her. The terror and fear she felt earlier increased tenfold in front of the owner of the voice. This was because the owner of the voice was none other than her high school ex boyfriend and heir to the Finn Conglomerate; Michael Finn! Michael Finn sat on a very luxurious white sofa as his grey eyes stared at Alice.

He wore an impeccable white suit, with his hair jelled back and packed into a ponytail. His beard was clean shaven. He reeked of masculinity as he sat on the sofa, and he looked incredibly handsome.

There was a table in front of him, and on the table was a half empty bottle of red wine, a rare brand that cost over six figures. His temperament was way mature and solid than it was three years ago.

It was no wonder that so many of her high school friends wanted to date him, and were incredibly jealous when Alice was the one he chose. However, Alice knew that beneath those sparkling grey eyes was a scheming and brutal personality.

If she had the power, she wouldn‘t want anything to do with him at all. Michael Finn had a proud smirk on his face as he looked at Alice. He had waited so long for this day, the she would be finally brought to him, and it had finally happened.

He was finally reconciled with his woman after more than three years. He stood up and walked towards Alice who had fallen to her knees from both fright and fatigue.

Alice had walked hurriedly through the forest route, so her clothes were torn and dirty, and her hair was covered with leaves from the trees in the forest. Michael stretched his hands to caress her face, but Alice flinched and inched away from him.

An imperceptible frown appeared on his face at Alice‘s actions, but it barely lasted a few moments before it disappeared. He was about to turn away from Alice when his eyes caught sight of a very visible palm print on her cheeks.

He narrowed his eyes at the palm print on her cheeks and asked in a very dangerous voice. “Who hit her?” Alice flinched again at how dangerous his tone sounded. Even though the question wasn‘t directed at Alice, she could feel how angry he was from the tone of his voice.

The four burly men who kidnapped Alice paled visibly at Michael‘s question. They had been working under Michael for some time now, and they knew of his temper.

Usually, they had kidnapped several people for him, and even tortured people who had gone against his wishes. Hence they were used to being brutal in their jobs. Before he ordered them to kidnap Alice, he made sure to inform them to treat Alice with the utmost care, and not a hair on her head should be hurt.

do that. Not only was Alice brought to him in a mess, one of them even had the audacity to lay his hand on her. He could forgive them for Alice‘s rough state, but he could never forgive the person who laid his hand

powerfully built kidnappers looked at each other briefly, before the kidnapper who slapped Alice stepped out. Michael looked

slapped her?” The kidnapper nodded his head timidly. Despite his heavily

been working for him for a long time, so they knew how dangerous and brutal he could be when offended. “Why?” Michael asked

echoed in the room. Crash! Michael had smashed the half bottle of red wine against the brawny kidnapper‘s head. “How dare you?!” Michael yelled angrily, completely

thud, his hands grabbing his head as he fell. Soon enough, blood started pooling around his head from the wound he sustained on his head. However, Michael

raised the table the bottle of red wine was kept on, and smashed it on the body of the kidnapper. Crack! A loud bone crunching

arm was bent 90 degree in the opposite direction, creating a gory sight. The three

in front of her. If she wasn‘t a strong adult,

no attention to their reactions and still

kidnapper, more he recalled the palm print on Alice‘s cheeks, and the more he recalled the palm print on

the healthy muscular kidnapper from before couldn‘t be recognized, and what was in his place was a battered man with broken

his brutal

while wiping his hands stained with blood with a spotless handkerchief. The three kidnappers didn‘t waste any second and rushed over to their battered

shoulders and exited the cabin hastily to treat him, without even turning back. They were

at their scurrying figures and turned back to Alice, a smile on his face. “Now; where were we?” Michael asked gently, a charming smile gracing his lips. Although he looked incredibly handsome and charming

in his Bugatti. His phone call to the police proved to be very useful, and after expending a

black box footage of a car, and the car recorded when Alice was manhandled by four muscularly built men and pushed into a black sedan. The kidnappers were not