When Alex Rockefeller noticed Cheryl Coney’s behavior, he stopped talking and
continued eating.
Very soon, someone kicked the door open forcefully. Four strong-looking men barged
through the door. They were martial artists.
However, they had very average levels of cultivation. They started shouting as they
entered the room.
One of them pointed at Zendaya. “Piece of sh*t. You were offered a chance to get to
know Mr. Accardo, and that would’ve been a huge favor for you. But you dared to turn it
down. Who do you think you are? Some crappy celebrity, that’s what. To Mr. Accardo,
you’re no different from a struggling model,” he said crudely.
“Let’s cut the crap. We’ll just grab her and bring her over. Break the guy’s legs and bring
the rest of the women over.
Looks like there are two more pretty girls.
This is going to be fun,” another man added.
Zendaya and the other ladies remained silent.

Once she knew that Alex was Mask, Cheryl was no longer afraid.
Alex spat out a piece of fish bone and stood up. “Are you the only people they sent?
None of you are powerful enough to make Zendaya meet that idiot, Mr. Accardo. Go
back and bring someone more powerful.”
“D*mn. Who the hell are you?”
Alex didn’t answer him.
Instead, with the hilt of the fork and spoon in each of his hands, he stabbed each of their
thighs at an incredibly high speed. After that, Alex waved his hand.
The four brawny men were sent flying out of the room.
“Let’s continue eating!” Alex said.
Zendaya’s beautiful eyes were not fazed. She had seen people being taught lessons
like this very frequently. The thing was, very few people knew her true identity. If the
young president of Valtameri Co. knew that she was Zendaya and also the third
daughter of Michigan’s Stoermer’s family, he probably wouldn’t have had the courage to
ask her to meet him.
“I’ll drink to you!” Zendaya raised her glass.
“Thank you.” Alex raised his glass in return.
Miranda Finn’s eyes were glowing. She couldn’t contain her excitement. “Daddy, I want
to learn martial arts from you,” she said.
Alex spurred out the alcohol he just drank all over Miranda’s face.
“Oh my god! You got it all over my face.” Miranda’s expression froze.
It was quite a sight.
Alex had only sprayed alcohol on her face, nothing else. However, the alcohol had also
got to quite a lot of the food on the table too. They probably couldn’t eat the food
anymore.
Next door, four martial artists limped their way back to the room with their thighs still
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