Chapter 876

He sat down, took Elizabeth’s utensils, and forked a piece into his mouth. “Careful, it’s hot,” Elizabeth quickly grabbed Alexander’s utensils. Sure enough, Alexander got burned. Elizabeth was amused by his embarrassed look.

“Is it good?” Elizabeth asked him, her eyes filled with the hope of stirring delicious food and seeking approval. Alexander looked into her eyes, his brows slightly furrowed. The taste was average, and he didn’t like it. But seeing Elizabeth looking at him so expectantly, he didn’t want to disappoint her.

“It’s good,” he nodded.

Elizabeth pouted, “Your expression shows you don’t like it, and you’re lying.” She took it back to eat herself but didn’t use the utensils he had used. She knew Alexander best; when he ate something he didn’t like, he would frown. And he was very picky, not eating just anything.

“I’m not lying,” Alexander retorted.

“I know you best,” Elizabeth said, and Alexander fell silent. She had loved him for so many years, how could she not understand him? She noticed his every move. She didn’t even know how Elizabeth could tell he didn’t like pizza. But he knew nothing about Elizabeth.

After the divorce, he felt even more that he couldn’t figure Elizabeth out. She seemed to be shrouded in a halo, carrying secrets he couldn’t approach. Alexander poured her a glass of water. Elizabeth was eating happily, occasionally saying a word to him.

Elizabeth’s phone rang; it was a message from the research institute group. Everyone was asking about yesterday’s trip to Dream City. Elizabeth clicked in and found out. A major event had happened in Dream City. Valentin of the Getty family was dead, his body exposed, with no part of him intact, almost dismembered.

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The most bizarre part was that Valentin’s legs and arms had been cut off. When Elizabeth saw the photos, she felt nauseous. She quickly threw her phone away. She couldn’t eat the pizza anymore. Alexander glanced at her, his eyes cautious, not knowing what to say. What was wrong with her now?

“Valentin is dead, did you do it?” Elizabeth looked at Alexander. Alexander shrugged, so what? He deserved to die. Elizabeth paused. “But he is Valentin of Dream…”

“That doesn’t matter,” Alexander interrupted Elizabeth, his eyes cold. He knew that Valentin had to die for hurting Elizabeth. Dizabeth was silent.

“I’m not eating anymore,” Elizabeth said lightly.

“Are you scared?” Alexander asked her.

Elizabeth smiled, “What am I afraid of? He deserved to die. It’s just…”

“Alexander, Valentin was the second son of the Getty family, and the Getty family dominates Dream City. By killing Valentin, you’re going against the Getty family.” Soon, someone from the Getty family would come looking for trouble! Alexander was asking for trouble.

“So what?” Alexander didn’t care at all. Elizabeth was long used to Alexander’s arrogant and unruly demeanor. But thinking of how chaotic Dream City was, with people who didn’t value their lives, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy. If something happened to Alexander because of Valentin, she would feel guilty.

“Elizabeth, I have never been afraid of trouble: You don’t need to worry.” He downed the coffee in his cup. Elizabeth looked at him, her eyes complicated.

Chapter 877

Alexander’s phone rang. It was a call from the police station.