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    Alex’s long, slender fingers drummed along the length of the sofa’s armrest, his eyes glinting with a ruthless kind of resolve.


    Things had already gone this far—there was no turning back now. From this point, it was do or die.


    And no one could really fault him for what he was about to do next.


    Alex slowly rose from the sofa. “Break Stan’s legs and drop him near the urban vige. Let it be a warning to Wall Group. And make sure you leave no trace behind.”


    The bodyguard’s head jerked up, and he gaped at Alex in disbelief.


    Stan had worked for Alex for years. The man was skilled and reliable, and most of all, loyal. How could he be discarded without a second thought?


    The bodyguard had never seen Alex be this cold or heartless before. He swallowed audibly before venturing, “Mr. Howe… Are you sure about this?”


    Alex clenched his fist until his veins were bulging on the back of his hand. This was all Noah’s fault! That bastard had left him no choice!


    “Do it. And keep it clean.” After saying that, Alex turned away and paid the bodyguard no further attention.


    Thetter knew better than to question his boss’s order. He bowed his head and said, “I understand, Mr. Howe.” Then he left to do his bidding.


    A few minutester, an ear-piercing scream rang out from a corner of the manor. It was muffled at first, but the voice still carried down the empty corridor and into the living room.


    Alex stood by the window,pletely unfazed.


    He listened for a while more before making his way to the guest room.


    Hailey was curled up on the bed,pletely drenched in sweat. She was writhing and groaning with pain. Her face was deathly pale, and she was clutching the bed sheets so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.


    A doctor was tending to her, but his expression was grim.


    The moment he noticed Alex, he put his stethoscope away and walked over. “Mr. Howe, Ms. Burgess is in distress. It is likely that she is going into prematurebor.”


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    Alex cast an icy nce at the woman in question, then slowly walked to the side of the bed.


    Hailey felt as though her stomach was being torn apart from the inside. The pain was excruciating.


    In her desperation, she reached out and tried to w at Alex’s sleeve. She couldn’t muster a coherent sentence, but her eyes were pleading—begging Alex to save her and her child.


    Hailey didn’t want to die.


    But Alex’s face remained nk.


    He brushed her hand off with a flick of his wrist, as if it were something filthy. In his mind, a woman as vicious and cruel as Hailey, who wouldn’t even think twice about shooting her own father, deserved all this suffering and more.


    “If you’d stopped for a minute and considered the consequences of your choices, perhaps you wouldn’t be in this situation right now.” Alex’s tone was cial, as if Hailey were less than human.


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