Alvin glared back at Murong Wuque, his gaze challenging, as if daring him to do his worst. Murong Wuque's lips twitched. He had never let so much emotion slip past his shell all his life but the little gremlin before him always had a way of bringing out the worst in him. “You really want me to strangle you to death, you filthy dog.” Alvin scoffed, and sneered. “Do your worst. Show me how low your stupid ass can go.” Murong Wuque applied pressure on Alvin's throat as if to strangle him. Without warning, he kicked open the door leading to the bathroom and flung Alvin inside. “I can't be bothered to waste time with you, you're too filthy.” He wiped the parts of his hand that had touched Alvin, and flung the towel after him. “Don't come out until you scrub away the scent of other people on you. Otherwise I might really kill you.” Alvin rolled his eyes, his chest heaving up and down. If it was another person that got flung like a ragdoll out of the blues they might have broken

Alvin began to steadily retract control from Elena. He no longer gave her unrestricted access to the companies and funds. For example, instead of financial reports being submitted to her, he relegated it to his desk, and took back the power of attorney to sign away money for projects. Since he didn't know which of them was working for the evil organization, he didn't want to take chances with his assets. Thankfully, two other major corporations were being managed in secret with the system’s help. He was already regretting letting her see everything about his three companies’ cash flow and list of assets. What if greed makes her betray him tomorrow? Sure, she was dedicated and helpful. But if she was working with the enemies, it would be devastating. It was better safe than sorry. Her sphere of influence was cleverly reduced, using the excuse of stress affecting her health and making her unable to find time for cultivation. The next on his list was Tiffany. He needed cleve