Alexander braced himself, mentally preparing for whatever situation he was about to face. Just then, he heard a voice call out, “Oh, it’s you, sir.”The familiarity in the tone struck him like a bell. He jolted in response, startled by the unexpected greeting, then furrowed his brows, trying to identify the speaker. Within moments, realization dawned on him.He spun around, eyes narrowing with recognition. Just as he suspected, it was none other than the nurse who had accompanied Miss Anderson earlier to tend to her care and oversee her condition.“Nurse Rebecca,” Alexander said with a subtle but undeniable sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxing slightly.“What are you doing here?” he asked with confusion laced in his tone. Then, peering past her into the slightly open door behind, he caught sight of one of the guards who had escorted Miss Anderson from the patriarch’s room. “So this is where you all disappeared to.”“That’s absolutely correct, sir,” the nurse replied with a nod

Alexander had been so focused on the immediate threat posed by the guards and the ever-menacing Henry that he completely forgot about one more person who had every reason to loathe him for what he had just done. Someone who, perhaps, felt even more insulted than the rest of the Foster family members combined.That person was none other than Doctor Kingsley, the same man whose so-called miracle treatment had nearly cost Sebastian Foster his life.Alexander had unintentionally humiliated him.By stepping in and saving the patriarch’s life—without being a licensed medical professional, without years of training, and armed only with mysterious abilities granted by the system—Alexander had not only exposed the failure of Kingsley’s treatment but also undercut the doctor's entire professional standing. It wasn’t just a medical failure. It was a public disgrace.What if Alexander went around telling people what really happened? What if he told them that Doctor Kingsley had almost killed a ma

"What I said might sound like a fever dream to someone like you—someone who hasn’t been exposed to the finer things in life, someone who's used to surviving, not thriving. So let me paint a vivid, realistic picture for you," Henry said smoothly, his voice confident and filled with an unsettling calm. He then extended his hand in a theatrical gesture and pointed directly at his sister, Jessica.Alexander’s brows furrowed in confusion. He glanced at Henry’s hand and then followed the direction of the gesture until his eyes landed on Jessica, who stood quietly on the other side of the room.“Look at her,” Henry said again, his tone now slightly firmer, as though urging Alexander to awaken from some internal slumber.Alexander did as instructed, his eyes lingering momentarily on Jessica, though he was still unsure of where this strange conversation was going. Meanwhile, Jessica looked visibly uncomfortable, and the rest of the family exchanged confused glances, equally unsure of Henry’s i

“Sir Alexander?!” Nurse Rebecca exclaimed, jolting in surprise as her eyes landed on him. Her startled reaction immediately drew everyone’s attention toward the doorway, and they all turned to see him standing there—calm, silent, and fully composed.“I was just about to come find you... again,” the nurse said, chuckling nervously as she remembered the first time she had been sent by Miss Anderson to locate him and how, strangely enough, she had also run into him just like this—unexpectedly.“I know,” Alexander responded flatly, his voice low and steady.“You know?” Miss Anderson asked, raising an eyebrow with a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Does that mean you were eavesdropping on our conversation?”Alexander blinked several times, surprised by her tone. The teasing lilt in her voice caught him off guard. Though he was standing there, witnessing it in real time, he still found it hard to believe that the usually stern and commanding Miss Anderson could look and sound this... lig

“My answer to his proposal is no,” Alexander said firmly, and Miss Anderson’s eyes widened in disbelief, her pupils narrowing ever so slightly in a reflexive reaction to shock."But what about the money? The luxury cars? We’re not just talking about spare change here—this is ten million dollars, Alexander. A sum people your age can only dream of. And not to mention, access to elite vehicles from our family’s private collection. Yes, I understand and even respect your reasons for refusing the offer concerning Jessica, since you've made it clear you already have a girlfriend you claim to love—and I won’t judge that. But what about everything else? What about the things you could gain? The life-changing rewards?" she asked quickly, the words tumbling out in rapid succession.It was clear Miss Anderson was relieved he was going to reject Henry’s offer. That rejection opened the door for her own ambitions, for the chance that he might instead align with her. However, what she couldn’t igno