It was a call from the police station. "Mr. Tudor, Ms. Russell wants to see you," the voice said. "No. Don't call me about Esme anymore," Alexander retorted, about to hang up. But the caller persisted, "Mr. Tudor, what about Mr. Russell and the others?" Alexander hung up immediately. He didn't want to see any of the Russell family.

As soon as he hung up, the doorbell rang. Elizabeth and Alexander looked outside together. A black Maybach was parked outside the villa. Alexander stood up. Elizabeth asked, "Do I need to avoid this?" "Avoid what?" They weren't having an affair. Elizabeth didn't know how to respond. She hadn't done anything wrong, after all.

Alexander opened the door and was instantly annoyed when he saw who was outside. Just as he was about to close it, the door was held open. "Mr. Tudor!"

"Mr. Tudor, please, can we talk?" Ellen's voice was pitiful and desperate. Although Elizabeth couldn't see the person, she guessed who it was from the voice.

In the living room, Ellen and Leon sat together, with expensive-looking items placed beside the coffee table. Elizabeth looked on indifferently. Ellen glanced at Elizabeth, confusion in his eyes. Why was Elizabeth here with Alexander? Weren't they together anymore? What was going on?

Out of courtesy, Alexander poured water for the two of them. Leon thanked him. Alexander sat on a single sofa, legs crossed, exuding a strong, oppressive aura. Elizabeth sat on the sofa, head down, pretending to play with her phone. She regretted not leaving earlier. Now that she was sitting here, it felt somewhat awkward.

Leon cautiously looked at Alexander. Although Alexander was younger, Leon still used a respectful tone: "Mr. Tudor." "Go ahead," Alexander responded politely. Leon frowned. He found it hard to speak; he didn't know where to start. Ellen was crying beside him, emotions out of control. Leon placed his arm around Ellen's shoulder. No matter how difficult it was, he had to speak.

"Mr. Tudor, please, can you let our Esme go?" Alexander knew it. Leon was here for two things: Esme and the Russell Group. "If it's about Esme, forget it," Alexander said. He wouldn't let Esme go. The situation between Alexander and Elizabeth had made things difficult for him. He didn't want to suffer like that again.

"Mr. Tudor, can you hear me out?" The Russell family had been in chaos these past few days. Leon frowned, his eyes red. It was clear that…