Chapter 175

Alexander Grant's breath caught at the scene inside the private room.

Broken liquor bottles littered the floor, their jagged edges reflecting harsh light.

"Kevin Oak's methods remain as vile as ever," Patrick Pope muttered, shaking his head. "Boss, that woman must have suffered terribly—"

His words died abruptly.

The crimson fury in Alexander's eyes made his blood run cold.

Those usually impassive eyes now churned with a storm of emotions.

"Boss?" Patrick's voice tightened. "You—"

"It's Susan."

Alexander's voice was raw with anguish.

Patrick's pupils contracted sharply.

Miss Thompson?!

No wonder the boss was—

He wisely retreated, returning moments later with an update: "Andrew Lucas took her away. The staff said... Miss Thompson was... bleeding."

Drip.

Drip.

Alexander could almost hear the sound of blood hitting the floor.

Each drop pierced his heart.

He'd arrived too late.

Someone else had saved her.

It felt like his heart had been carved out—only to be crushed before his eyes.

Yet he couldn't let go.

Not in this lifetime.

Even if she hated him to the bone, he would spend the rest of his days atoning.

Through fire and water—nothing would stop him.

Morning light stung Susan's eyes.

Memories flooded back.

Andrew's scent.

Torn clothing.

Humiliating entanglement.

She mechanically dressed, her coat concealing bruises.

The icy wind couldn't numb the disgust in her heart.

Her phone vibrated.

Benjamin Nash's cheerful voice chirped: "Susan, what do you think of my boy Alex?"

"Alexander Grant?" Her fingers trembled.

"He didn't introduce himself?" Benjamin chuckled. "He's quite taken with you!"

Taken enough... to send Kevin Oak to humiliate her?

Susan's lips twisted. "He's great."

Great at showing her reality.

Hanging up, she stared at the leaden sky.

The King's Glory endorsement...

Forget it.

As long as Daniel was safe.

At her apartment, Alexander's figure suddenly filled her vision.

He stood like a silent statue.