Chapter 127
Author: Sunshine
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Marco lunged first, knife raised high, but Alex didn’t even bother to look at him.

With a smooth, almost lazy motion, Alex’s hand snapped out and connected with Marco’s face.

A sickening crunch echoed through the room as Marco’s nose broke, sending him staggering backward.

The knife clattered harmlessly to the floor.

“How dare you attack me!” Marco bellowed, blood streaming down his chin.

“Who told you to come at me?” Alex sneered.

His cold gaze shifted toward Jasper, who still held Megan hosta
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