âAhâ¦â âViole, what happened to you? Where are you now?â Quentin Zimmer asked frantically after
being taken by surprise.
âI⦠Iâm in Wayne Larsenâs house. B-Brotherâs penis has been torn off. Thereâs a lot of blood. Thereâs
so much blood! Dad, come and save me, quick! Heâs going to kill us. I donât want to die!â Viole
Zimmerâs heart wrenching cries on the phone no longer sounded like her arrogant self from before.
Previously, when she looked at Alex Rockefeller, she treated him like a worthless, poor b*stard. But
now, she realized that he was an unshakeable lion who could kill a Grandmaster at ease. Killing them
would be a piece of cake. Meanwhile, after hearing what his daughter said, Quentinâs mind went blank.
Was his sonâs penis torn off?
How was it torn off?
Didnât that make his son a eunuch? Didnât it also mean he no longer had a successor?
âViole, what are you two doing at the Larsen familyâs place? Why did you go there? Did someone
kidnap you?â Quentin suddenly became enraged. No matter what, he was still a governor, and his
status was quite prestigious. When did he ever get bullied like this?
Quentin turned to look at Zachary Xavier. âI demand an explanation from the Divine Constabulary. Even
if Alex is the grandson of the Divine Constabularyâs president, he canât do whatever nonsense he
wants. Even if my son were wrong, heâd have to go through the law enforcement agency. Why did you
kidnap my daughter?â
Zachary raised his brows slightly.
Meanwhile, Alexâs voice could be heard from Quentinâs phone. âAre you Quentin Zimmer?â
Quentin was stunned for a moment. âWho are you? Are you that Elder Rockefeller? Iâm warning you.
Let go of my son and daughter right away. Otherwise, Iâll fight you until one of us dies,â he immediately
said.
Alex was heard laughing.
âWhat exactly do you want?â Quentin immediately asked.
âI just want to tell you that you should prepare two coffins for your son and daughter. You wonât need
coffins that are too good because they donât deserve it,â Alex said indifferently.
As Alex spoke, he stabbed through Easton Zimmerâs open mouth with his sword. The sword pierced
through Eastonâs head and came out from the back of his head.
In an instant, Easton was dead.
âAhh!â Viole shouted crazily. âD-Dad, he killed Brother. He killed Brother! Help! Help me!â
Quentinâs heart raced as his eyes widened. âHow dare you kill my son? How dare you? Just how dare
you?â
âThatâs because he deserved to die!â Alex pulled his sword out and looked at Viole.
Viole was nearly scared out of her wits.
Ba-dump!
She kneeled in front of Alex as she pleaded fearfully and painfully. âDonât kill me! Please donât! I can do
whatever you ask me to. I can be your woman. Iâm willing to be your slave, or even your b*tch.
Anything you want.â
Alex shook his head. He had an icy expression upon his face. He drew his sword and killed her.
Meanwhile, Alex also crushed the phone into pieces!
Gushing blood and a few horrendous corpses on the ground made Phoebe Larsenâs room look as if it
was hell.
Meanwhile, Phoebeâs condition was getting increasingly odd.
Her entire face was red, and her breathing was rapid. She wrapped her legs around Alexâs body and
repeatedly rubbed against him. She even made a moaning sound that made one feel hypnotized. It
was as if she had really turned into a b*tch.
Alex directly carried Phoebe out of the bloody room to the room next door. He was able to immediately
tell Phoebe had been drugged when he saw her earlier.
Otherwise, why would she behave like this?