Chapter 437

Elizabeth scrunched up her face. “Nah, you got the wrong chick.” She’d wiped off her makeup on the way back. But getting recognized this late? Totally not on her bingo card.

“No way you’re not her. Alexander ditched you.” He burst out laughing.

Elizabeth’s face turned stormy. “And how do you know it was him dumping me and not the other way around?” she shot back.

The guy tilted his head, smirking. “Chicks are just arm candy. Someone like Alexander? You think he’d stick around for years? Don’t kid yourself. He’s all about Esme now, but tomorrow? Who knows. Get it?”

He was spitting out words like he was stone-cold sober. But Elizabeth wasn’t in the mood to chat. They weren’t buddies, and he was clearly wasted… She shrugged him off.

“Wanna hook up?” he suddenly grinned.

Elizabeth finally laughed, giving him a once-over. Her eyes screamed, “You? Seriously?” The guy felt the burn from her look, full of pure disdain.

“What’s wrong with me? Not good enough?” He stepped closer.

Elizabeth smirked. “You’re not worthy.” His face twisted, and he raised a hand to slap her. Elizabeth caught his arm and shoved him back. “Beat it.”

She thought, Who does this clown think he is? I feel gross just touching him!

“You bitch!” He rolled up his sleeves, fuming. Elizabeth was already ticked off, and this guy just had to show up. She was done holding back. Guess I’ll use him as my stress ball, she thought.

With that, she felt a rush of energy. As he moved to kick her, Elizabeth clocked him with a punch. He stumbled back, eyes wide, not expecting her to be that strong. Elizabeth raised one eyebrow, motioning him over. “Bring it.”

Chapter 437

He gritted his teeth. “You!”

Elizabeth grinned. “Come on.” He was pissed and lunged again, but before he could touch her, someone else grabbed his arm. In a flash, his arm was twisted behind his back, and he was forced to his knees.

“It hurts,” he whined. When he looked up, it wasn’t Elizabeth who’d taken him down—it was a guy!

“Alexander?” Elizabeth’s eyes widened.

Alexander turned to her, looking annoyed. “Why are you out here alone at this hour? Go home.”

Elizabeth was stunned. It was almost 3 AM, and she ran into Alexander. Just as she was about to say something, he cut in, “Just finished work.” He’d just wrapped up dealing with a shipment.

Elizabeth noticed how tired he looked. His eyes were bloodshot, and his hand had some scratches. “Got into a fight?” she asked softly.

He glanced at her, then at his hand. He didn’t say anything, just let the guy go and pulled down his sleeve. “No.”

“Scram,” Alexander kicked the guy.

Elizabeth was annoyed. “Don’t let him go.”

“Why not?” Alexander’s brows knitted together.

Elizabeth still had some steam to blow off. “That was my punching bag. If he leaves, I’ll use you instead,” she glared at Alexander.