Half an hourter, Alistair finally figured out where the so-called "good ce" was.


    It was a club, but it was so rundown it couldn''t even pretend to be fancy.


    The women were all over forty, and anyone with a bit of cash wouldn''t be caught dead here.


    Alistair instantly got why Sean dragged him here. He looked super annoyed and said, "Sean, can we bounce? I know way better spots. Why this dump?" Sean shot him a look. "Be d there''s even a ce. Quit being so picky."


    Alistair was already in such bad shape, yet he still had the nerve to think about finding a woman in a ce like this. Dude was seriously hopeless. Sean cursed Alistair in his head and had someone drag him inside.


    Alistair struggled but couldn''t break free and got hauled in. He wasn''t into it at first, but then he started feeling kinda feverish for no reason. When they shoved open a room door and tossed him in, he stumbled a few steps and hit the floor.


    He red at Sean. "What the hell are you doing?"


    Before Sean could answer, Alexander walked in. He still had that smile, but in this dim light, it looked creepy as hell.


    Alistair tried to get up, but his busted leg made him fail.


    As Alexander slowly walked towards him, Alistair''s sense of doom got stronger.


    "Alexander, what do you want?" he asked through gritted teeth.


    Alexander stopped in front of him and squatted down. "What do I want? Why don''t you take a wild guess?"


    Alistair looked around. He didn''t want to admit it, but it seemed like he couldn''t escape.


    "Is this still about Quinn?" Alistair asked.Content from N?velDr(a)ma.Org.


    "You''re pretty sharp to guess that quick," Alexander said leisurely.


    Alistair looked frustrated. This wasn''t smart; it was more like dumb luck.


    He''d always felt something was off but couldn''t put his finger on it. Now he got it.


    Alexander hade all this way to save Quinn; he even blew up his base for her. After what he did to Quinn, how could Alexander let him off easy?


    No way Alexander was gonna team up with him. He hadn''t thought of this yesterday and got suckered by Alexander''s "sincerity," spilling all those secrets like an idiot!


    He now wished he could p himself.


    Alistair hurriedly said, "It''s just a woman. I can find you a hundred like her, Alexander. Let''s make a deal. I still have some important connections. Let me go, and I''ll tell you everything." He still clung to ast shred of hope, trying to use money to sway Alexander.


    Alexander said indifferently, "No need."


    Alistair''s face went pale, and he panicked. He then said, "This has nothing to do with me. It was all Landon''s doing. Go after Landon. Whye after me?" "Don''t worry. None of you are getting away," Alexander said casually.


    Without wasting any more words, he slowly stood up and looked down at Alistair.


    His smile was gone, reced by a coldness, like a judge delivering Alistair''s final death sentence.


    "Enjoy yourself," he said, then turned and left the room.


    "Alexander!" Alistair shouted, totally panicked. He tried to get up, and when he failed, he dragged his injured leg and frantically crawled towards Alexander. He pleaded, "Don''t go. I have other secrets. Let''s make a deal. I was wrong. I''ll apologize to Quinn. Please, let me go!"


    No matter what he said, Alexander didn''t even turn his head.


    Alistair finally managed to crawl to the door, but it suddenly mmed shut, cutting off hisst shred of hope.