This was all set up just for Quinn and Alexander. At home, she only munched on sds, always super careful not to blow through Alexander''s cash.


    She knew if he ever asked her to exin the expenses and she couldn''t, it wouldn''t be worth the drama.


    Quinn plopped down in the chair, staring at the food in her hand with zero interest.


    Meanwhile, Alexander had already rolled into the old vige. Quiet as a mouse, except for the random dog barking.


    Alistair''s wound was patched up, and he was lying on the bed, groaning.


    There were guards outside, but no one gave a damn about him.


    He yelled for food, water, or a bathroom break, but no matter how loud he got, nobody cared.


    Just as he was about to give up, the door creaked open, making him sit up straight in a panic.


    When he saw who it was, his mind went nk, and his face turned ghostly pale.Belonging ? N?velDram/a.Org.


    He had imagined a lot of peopleing to help him, but never in a million years did he think it would be Alexander.


    He was just d Alexander didn''te to finish him off; help was thest thing he expected.


    Seeing Alexander felt like the Grim Reaper was paying him a visit.


    He gulped hard, staring at Alexander''s approaching figure, his fingers shaking like crazy.


    "Why you?" he stammered.


    Alexander stood over him, looking down as he asked, "Surprised?"


    Alistair quickly pulled himself together. He stared at Alexander and said, "You saved me, so you must want something, right?"


    Alexander smirked, looking at him as he said, "So, what do you have that''s worth your life?"


    Without missing a beat, Alistair blurted out, "I''ve been moving goods for Landon and his crew. I know all their shipping routes. Is that what you''re after?"


    Just knowing the routes wasn''t enough. How to transport, how to connect with those people those were the real secrets. Otherwise, even if someone knew the routes, it would be useless if they couldn''t make the connections. Alexander rolled up his sleeves, and Sean brought a chair for him from behind. He casually sat down and said, "Looks like you know what''s up. Spill it."


    Alistair eyed him warily, asking, "If I tell you, will you really let me go?"


    "Of course," Alexander said tly.


    His straightforward answer left Alistair speechless.


    Since Alistair didn''t know Alexander well, he didn''t quite trust him. Alistair hesitated for a long time, unsure of what to do.


    "How can I trust you?" he asked.


    "You don''t have a choice but to trust me," Alexander said confidently.


    Originally, he wanted to negotiate, but Alexander shut that down real quick. His superior look made it seem like he was staring at a dead man. For a moment, Alistair was pissed. He said in a desperate tone, "Then why talk? Just kill me!"


    Alexander chuckled. "Got some guts, huh? I like people with guts."


    Alistair was stunned.


    Then he heard Alexander say, "People without guts can''t handle my methods."


    Alistair''s mouth twitched, and he had a bad feeling.


    Then he asked, "Why do you want those routes?"


    "To make money, duh. Why else would I bother with you?" Alexander retorted.


    That made sense. Who in this world would turn down money?


    "If I tell you, will you really let me go?"