Chapter 678
Alexander never expected Esme to confront him so directly. He slowly approached her, his eyes filled with scrutiny. “Esme, have you lost your mind coming at me like this?” He grabbed her by the neck and pinned her to the couch, the ferocity in his eyes making it hard for her to breathe.
Esme stared at him. “You forced me into this.”
“I could kill you right now, believe it or not,” Alexander squinted, tightening his grip. Esme suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe. Alexander’s eyes were full of doubt. How dare she challenge him?
“Alexander, even though I like you, I’m still a socialite from the Russell Family. Do you dare treat me like this?” Esme could only invoke her status.
Alexander looked her up and down and laughed. “So what if you’re from the Russell Family? If I want to destroy you, it’s just a matter of saying the word.”
Esme was silent for a few seconds. She looked into his eyes, full of questioning. “Do you dare disrupt the balance of the Four Great Families?”
“As long as the Tudor family stands, they stand. If the Tudor family falls, let’s see who in Lisbun dares to call themselves the leader of the Four Great Families!” Alexander lowered his voice, his eyes filled with menace. In the entire Lisbun, who would dare make a decision without his consent?
“Aren’t you afraid of backlash from monopolizing your power like this?” Esme asked him, her eyes red.
Alexander smirked, his eyes full of disdain. “You’ve done so many evil things without fearing backlash, why should I be afraid?”
Esme was instantly rendered speechless by him. She then looked at him with fear. Had she really done such terrible things? But there were still many crazy things she hadn’t done yet. She had already smoothed out her rough edges and become obedient because she loved him. Now it seemed there was no need to keep pretending to be good.
If I’m willing to give her another chance, her life with Alexander would only be like this. But Esme was unwilling to accept this. Looking at Alexander, a plan began to form in her mind.
Alexander noticed the hatred in her eyes and gritted his teeth, warning, “Esme, put away all your malicious thoughts! If you dare touch anyone around me, I’ll send you to prison. Otherwise, let’s see what happens!” He grabbed her by the collar.
Esme looked particularly small in front of him. She lowered her head and gave a bitter smile, then removed his hand.
“Got it,” she responded softly.
As she turned to leave, Alexander felt a sense of unease. Esme’s light-hearted response seemed to hide an even bigger conspiracy waiting for him. Alexander clenched his right fist, his eyes growing darker. “Nolan, have someone keep an eye on her.” If she dared to do anything out of line, he would send her to prison! And he meant it!
Nolan didn’t say much, just nodded. “Yes.” The office door closed.
Alexander threw himself onto the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose, feeling extremely frustrated. The whole city seemed to quiet down, except for his heart, which kept pounding faster. He then took out his phone, thinking about the scenes with Elizabeth tonight, feeling heartbroken. He looked at the chat with her, staring at the red exclamation marks, finding it all amusing. He kept asking himself, ‘When had I ever been so wronged?’
He looked out the window, Elizabeth’s words echoing in his ears. “You think this is something that can be forgotten and is trivial because you’re not the one who was wronged!” He wasn’t the one wronged, but how was his current life any different from being wronged? All of this, wasn’t it all caused by misunderstandings? If it weren’t for Esme, none of this would have happened.