NovelEnglishAt the mention of this, there was a vicious glint in Xander's eyes. It was fleeting yet intense.
"Hmm, you don't need to worry about it."
Grace caught it and raised her hand to straighten his collar.
"Xander, you've always been gentle. Your hands shouldn't be tainted with blood. | can help you when necessary. I'm not afraid of
anything."
Grace's eyes were more determined than ever. She looked almost as intimidating as Xander.
Over the years, she had been through a lot. She was no longer the naive young girl she once was. She knew that in this circle,
there was never such a thing as peace.
Xander caught her hand and said, "Through thick and thin?"
"Yes, | remember."
She also knew why he had said that at the time.
The vicious look in his eyes faded. He held her hand and caressed it in his palm.
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"No, Gracie, you don't have to stoop so low for me."
A few hours earlier, at Fulton Group.
Xander had taken over the company at the age of 18. He was well-known as an authoritarian in the workplace.
He had returned from overseas without notifying anyone and made a surprise visit to the headquarters.
Everyone was panicking, barely holding onto their documents as they trembled. "Mr. Fulton."
Xander wore a white shirt and black pants. He looked cold and showed no emotion as he entered the elevator. Behind him, his
secretary at the company's headquarters, Hazel Yale, appeared.
"Jake secured the city's subway project, and with two years of achievements combined, the board is beginning to trust him more."
Xander stared at the numbers on the elevator and asked, "Where is he?"
"He's ..."
The elevator reached the top floor and opened. The secretariat staff saw him and immediately moved to make a call.
Hazel stepped forward to stop them. "Do you know who this is?"
No one dared move.
Xander pushed the door to the executive office open and stood at the entrance.
The atmosphere in the room was very ambiguous. A handsbut cunning man sat in the main seat. A half-undressed woman
was sitting on his lap, hugging him in fright at the moment.
"Jake!"
Jake's smile froze on his face. He patted the woman's back. "It's my brother. What are you afraid of?"
Xander stepped forward, found a remote on the messy desk, and pressed it. The blinds opened and sunlight poured in.
"You're having fun, Jake. Bringing women into my office."
Jake's smile faded, and he urged, "Can't you see my brother isn't happy? Get off now."
The woman ran out, clutching her clothes.
"Hazel, handle it." Xander didn't even glance her way.
Hazel understood. She grabbed the woman's slender wrist, stopping her.
Jake didn't look at her either. He just stared at Xander and yelled, "Stop! You dare to lay a hand on my woman? You really don't
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"Jake, this woman has corrupted your mind and the reputation of Fulton Group. I'll clear it up for you."
"Do you even know what reputation Fulton Group holds?" Jake chuckled, unable to hold back a laugh.
The mole at the corner of his eye lifted as he laughed, making him look more sinister.
Xander wasn't angered by his laughter. Instead, he walked to the window, blocking most of the sunlight.
"lI don't understand as much as you. But | know one thing. If | had wanted to understand any part of this, you wouldn't even be
standing here."
Jake stiffened. "Xander, it's too early to say that."
"Hazel." Xander spoke again.
Hazel led the woman out of the office, and the latter's pleas for help echoed through the entire floor.
"Letgo, Ms. Yale! | don't want to die!"
"Save me, Jake Fulton!"
Xander scoffed at the title. "Does she know your real surnis Silas?"
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