When Alex Rockefeller noticed Cheryl Coneyâs behavior, he stopped talking and
continued eating.
Very soon, someone kicked the door open forcefully. Four strong-looking men barged
through the door. They were martial artists.
However, they had very average levels of cultivation. They started shouting as they
entered the room.
One of them pointed at Zendaya. âPiece of sh*t. You were offered a chance to get to
know Mr. Accardo, and that wouldâve been a huge favor for you. But you dared to turn it
down. Who do you think you are? Some crappy celebrity, thatâs what. To Mr. Accardo,
youâre no different from a struggling model,â he said crudely.
âLetâs cut the crap. Weâll just grab her and bring her over. Break the guyâs legs and bring
the rest of the women over.
Looks like there are two more pretty girls.
This is going to be fun,â another man added.
Zendaya and the other ladies remained silent.
Once she knew that Alex was Mask, Cheryl was no longer afraid.
Alex spat out a piece of fish bone and stood up. âAre you the only people they sent?
None of you are powerful enough to make Zendaya meet that idiot, Mr. Accardo. Go
back and bring someone more powerful.â
âD*mn. Who the hell are you?â
Alex didnât answer him.
Instead, with the hilt of the fork and spoon in each of his hands, he stabbed each of their
thighs at an incredibly high speed. After that, Alex waved his hand.
The four brawny men were sent flying out of the room.
âLetâs continue eating!â Alex said.
Zendayaâs beautiful eyes were not fazed. She had seen people being taught lessons
like this very frequently. The thing was, very few people knew her true identity. If the
young president of Valtameri Co. knew that she was Zendaya and also the third
daughter of Michiganâs Stoermerâs family, he probably wouldnât have had the courage to
ask her to meet him.
âIâll drink to you!â Zendaya raised her glass.
âThank you.â Alex raised his glass in return.
Miranda Finnâs eyes were glowing. She couldnât contain her excitement. âDaddy, I want
to learn martial arts from you,â she said.
Alex spurred out the alcohol he just drank all over Mirandaâs face.
âOh my god! You got it all over my face.â Mirandaâs expression froze.
It was quite a sight.
Alex had only sprayed alcohol on her face, nothing else. However, the alcohol had also
got to quite a lot of the food on the table too. They probably couldnât eat the food
anymore.
Next door, four martial artists limped their way back to the room with their thighs still
bleeding. There were eight people in the room and a young man sat at the head of the
table. He was dressed in an expensive-looking attire with an arrogant look on his face.
He was the young president of Valtameri Co. and the son of Frank Accardo, Heath
Accardo.
A lady sat very intimately next to him. If Alex saw her, he would be surprised. Thatâs
because this woman was his ex-girlfriend, Chloe Marionette.
Some time ago, she had contracted syphilis. Unexpectedly, she managed to get close
to Heath.
âWhere is she?â Heath asked.
Heath frowned when he saw the state his four bodyguards were in.
âMr. Accardo, apologies for our incompetency!â
âRubbish. You canât even bring me a woman. Whatâs the point of keeping you around?â
Heath threw a bottle of alcohol at them. All four of them didnât even dare to dodge it.
âMr. Accardo, take it easy. Getting angry hurts your body,â Chloe said as she brought a
glass of alcohol to Heathâs mouth provocatively.
Heath hugged her at once and kissed her on the month. At that moment, a man stood
up. He had a very special aura about him. âHeath, let me bring her to you !â
Heath smiled. âThank you, Mr. Kitagawa,â he said.