Chapter 51

Elisabeth stepped out of the car. The sky was heavy. It lit up by flashes of lightning, and thunder rumbled in the distance. At home, she planned to binge-watch shows and snack. It made her feel cozy and calm. But, the sound of thunder drowned out everything else, freaking her out; it felt like it was exploding right next to her.

She hopped into her car, a sleek Mark Maybach rolled up nearby. The door swung open, and Almander stepped out in a sharp suit, holding an umbrella. The area was darkened. Almander's eyes locked with Elisabeth's. Then, amidst the storm in the dead of night, he came to pick up Esme. He must really be into her.

Pitch black, and the rain suddenly hammered down, drumming on the car roof. A deafening crash of thunder followed. Elisabeth’s body shook, her heart racing, her eyes wide with panic. She fled into Alexander’s arms, pretending to be scared. “Alexander,” she whispered.

Elisabeth was already in her car. Esme followed his gaze and saw Elizabeth’s car. He held the door open for Esme. As he got in, he glanced once more at Elizabeth’s car. Her headlights were on, but she wasn't leaving. He muffled the storm’s noise at the door. He was about to drive Esme home when he suddenly remembered a phone call.

Luan asked, "Did you pour tonight? Your routine?" He had plans that night and didn’t come back. And, yeah, it rained hard, like it hadn't in years. Trees got uprooted everywhere. Around midnight, during the blackout, she called him, her voice trembling. “It’s on deck. I’m worried.” He thought of Elisabeth, faking it to get him home.

Hearing her shaky voice, Alexander’s heart clenched. So, she really was scared of thunder. Meringar’s eyes met his. Did Lizabeth really have that much of a hold on him? Every time he saw her, he couldn’t look away. He never thought much about Elisabeth! The thought made Euse hate Elizabeth even more. Once she got the ginseng, they’d make sure Elizabeth was humiliated. He was asked, sounding bored.

He waited for the storm to pass for hours, and Alexander finally landed. Casey—he forever protected her greed. "A Tudor-style house got a perpetual leak. There’s a pouring out there," Expe posted again, making excuses for him. She glanced out the window; another loud crash of thunder split the sky. She gasped. “Kat in the end at… and his carpeted by Bizlatki…”