NovelEnglishChapter 1238 Alexander flashed a smile, but it had a creepy vibe that made Sean's skin crawl.
Alexander added, "Not only am I letting you go, but from now on, you're rolling with me. I'll cut you in bigger than Landon ever did." Alistair shot Alexander a weird look. Was Alexander broke or something? But then he thought about it. Alexander had ditched the Kennedy Group. Without them, he didn't have many ways to make bank. So, it kinda made sense.
"But can you even reach those clients?" Alistair asked.
"Don't sweat it. I got you out, didn't I? Just focus on raking in the cash," Alexander said, all chill.
Alistair felt a bit tempted. He was still uneasy about what he did to Quinn, but he wasn't dumb enough to bring it up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Letthink about it," he said.
"Alright, you got two minutes," Alexander replied.
Alistair went quiet, feeling a lump in his throat. Just as he was about to snap back, Alexander said, "If I hadn't botched things with Walter, I wouldn't be here." "If you keep hesitating, I'll just go to Walter. Worst case, I take a hit," Alexander said, like he didn't care.
Alistair finally got why Alexander cto him. He couldn't cut a deal with Walter. Walter was greedy as hell, taking half the profits for doing squat.
The rest had to be split among a bunch of people, so no wonder Alexander couldn't make it work.
Alistair thought for a sec, then slapped the bed and said, "Alright, I'm in!" Alexander raised an eyebrow, tilted his head, and gave Sean a look.
Sean got the hint, grabbed a notebook, and sat next to Alistair. "Alright, spill." Alistair started listing his demands. He hadn't eaten since last night and wanted sgrub.
Sean called someone to bring him food.
Alexander handed him over to Sean and bounced.
Standing outside in the yard, Alexander looked around with a mysterious expression.
Nathan whispered, "Mr. Kennedy, won't Mrs. Kennedy be pissed you snuck out?" "If she's mad, it means she cares, right?" Alexander said, a hint of a smile and a bit of pride in his eyes.
Nathan just tugged at the corner of his mouth, not sure what to say.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAlexander was only wearing a black shirt. From his look, you couldn't tell his real condition, except for his ghostly pale face.
Nathan didn't get Alexander's way of seeking attention, but he respected it.
Alistair needed stime. Those channels weren't easy to explain all at once, and he didn't dare let m Alexander check his computer directly. He still wanted to keep scards close to his chest. Quinn had been at the hospital all day. But by nightfall, Alexander still hadn't shown up. Pissed off, she went back to Casey's house.
Casey's mom was outside in the yard, picking veggies. She was only in her thirties but looked like she was in her fifties or sixties. With a face full of En wrinkles and gray hair, you couldn't tell her real age. Seeing Quinn cback, she put down the veggies, stood up with a hunched back, and smiled at Quinn. "You're back," she said warmly.
Casey quickly ran over to help her sit down. "Mom, I told you not to do this stuff. Lethandle it." "I got nothing else to do. Keepsfrom getting bored," she said.
Quinn pulled up a stool and sat down. Looking at Casey's mom's aged face, she asked, "What's wrong with you?"
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