The tension in Getty''s fingers was palpable as they clenched her purse. She would be deceiving herself if she imed the desire to flee was absent. Yet, the frosty visage of Alexander, shing in her mind''s eye, swiftly extinguished any such inclination. However, she found herself unable to relinquish her hold. Love, she mused, was a truly terrifying entity.


    A wry smile tugged at the corners of Getty''s lips as she resigned herself to her fate. It appeared that in this lifetime, she was irrevocably ensnared in his clutches.


    Upon departing theplex, Alexander made a beeline for home. However, his destination was not his customary residence at Riverside Court, but a secluded vi on Midhill Lane. This vi, usually devoid of life save for the caretakers, was unusually bustling with additional guards that day.


    The security guard stationed at the entrance immediately recognized Alexander''s car and respectfully swung the gate open, his gaze following the retreating vehicle. Once the car had disappeared from sight, he promptly secured the iron gate


    once more.


    Alexander brought his car to a halt in front of one of the vis. His aide, Sean Vance, promptly rushed over to open the car door for him.


    "Alexander."


    "Where is he?"


    "Inside," Sean responded hastily, leading the way not through the vi, but around to the backyard.


    The backyard served as a haven for pets, which were allowed to roam freely within an enclosure at night and confined during the day. This was where Walter was supposed to be held captive.


    Sean had initially nned to intimidate Walter by throwing him into a cage with the animals, hoping the fear would drive him to seek refuge within the cage in a humiliating fashion.


    However, when they arrived at the backyard, they were met with a starkly different scene. A group of hounds were huddled in a corner, their bodies forming a makeshift bed for Walter. On a chilly night like this, the warmth radiating from the dogs was a weefort.


    Waltery sprawled out, his hands cushioning his head, seemingly either resting his eyes or asleep. The sight turned Sean''splexion ashen, his gaze darting nervously to Alexander standing beside him.


    "Alexander, this..." He trailed off, unable toplete his sentence, taken aback by the undignified sight of the dogs.


    "That beast''s good for nothing. Just kill it." Alexander''s words were flippant as he pushed the gate open and sauntered in.


    The dogs, picking up on his scent, began to rise one by one, their eyes trained on him.


    Even the ones serving as Walter''s makeshift pillow stirred, nearly causing Walter to tumble to the ground. Fortunately, he managed to steady himself in time.


    Upon seeing Alexander approach, Walter chuckled, "I should''ve known it was you, Oliver."


    The dogs scattered, clearing a path for Alexander.


    He came to a halt in front of Walter, his gaze looking down at him from above, "Only you could find a reason tough when death is so close."


    Walter responded with a nonchntugh, "Is that so? Then why don''t you just kill me?"


    "Let me guess, it''s because of Quinn?"


    "So you did find out about her identity, what are we going to do now?" Walter taunted, his tone light and joking, seemingly unafraid of the impending doom at Alexander''s hands. Alexander didn''t engage in the banter. He squatted down in front of Walter, a smirk ying on his lips, "There are many ways to torture a man, not all of them involve killing." "I see. So, what do you have nned for my torture?"


    "I''ll have to put some thought into that," Alexander responded, his tone as casual as if they were engaged in idle chatter, "Perhaps we can start with physical castration, how''s that sound?"


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    Walter''s smile faltered momentarily but he quickly recovered, hisughter strained, "That''s quite brutal."


    "You seem to like the idea, so... Vincent!"


    Vincent, summoned, promptly strode over. "Alexander?"


    Alexander tilted his head slightly, "Mr. Pierce seems a bit incapacitated. Perhaps you could assist him."


    Vincent felt a twinge of difort at these words but managed to nod in agreement despite it. "Of course."


    "Hold on." Walter suddenly interjected, his once unwavering smile now showing signs of strain, "Alexander, don''t you want to know why I gave up without a fight?" Alexander rose to his feet, nonchntly dusting off invisible creases on his sleeve, "I did want to know, but now, it seems unnecessary."


    "How about a trade then?"


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