Finally, Alex Rockefeller realized that Xyla Stoermer was soaked around her shoulder. In fact, she was
wearing a chiffon blouse that became transparent when wet. Alex could clearly see a mulberry
colored bra strap. As his gaze shifted down the bra strap, a pleasant view came into sight. Alex let his
gaze linger there for two seconds without being aware of it. Xyla nearly cried out in surprise when she
looked down, Alex pushed the umbrella over to her side. âYouâre
already hurting from period cramps. Why arenât you being careful at all? Hold the umbrella and give me
your
hand!â Alex ordered.
Xyla was slightly stunned. Before she could react, Alex grabbed her hand. A strange spiritual power
rushed into her veins. After that, it
flowed all the way to her energy core in her lower abdomen. Suddenly, she could sense a warmth in
her lower
abdomen. The abdominal pain she felt earlier disappeared in an instant. Xyla was amazed. Just as she
was about to thank Alex, someone suddenly spoke. âYoung man, I donât care
who you are, let go of her immediately and break one of your own fingers. Otherwise, you wonât be able
to
leave Hansel Road.
Alex didnât let go of Xylaâs hand. Instead, he frowned at the person who spoke. The man seemed to be
around twenty-seven years old. This man happened to be walking out of a store nearby
and saw Alex holding Xylaâs hand. He looked constipated and angry as his entire face had turned
green. His
reaction was almost as if Alex was holding his wifeâs hand. Alex took another look at the storefront.
The store looked rather majestic from the front.
There was a plaque hanging above the entrance that read
âHouse of Treasuresâ in bold, golden letters. This was also where Xyla intended to bring Alex. âJoe
Sinclair, what is the meaning of this? This is none of your business, get lost!â Xyla glared coldly at the
man in front of her who was still looking at Alex with hostility. Clearly, Xyla didnât like this man at all.
Alex also began to frown unhappily. Anybody would feel unhappy after being yelled at like that for no
reason.
Joe Sinclair, however, still felt as if he was above everyone else. Ignoring what Xyla said, he continued
to
point at Alex. âYoung man, are you f*cking deaf? Canât you understand what I said? Do you want to
die?â This manâs voice attracted the attention of two men who had just walked out of House of
Treasures. When they saw this scene, they immediately knew what was going on. âYou little piece of sh
*t. Do you know who this man is?
Heâs the eldest son in Michiganâs Sinclair family. With a single command, he could make sure your
ashes will never be found,â said a tall, thin young man. Alex shook his head. âI donât know who he is,
but I do know that, if he keeps pointing at me like this, heâs
going to lose a finger.â
âWhat did you say?â Joe Sinclair was furious.
He reached out to poke at Alexâs eyes with his finger. A crack could be heard as Alex decisively
grabbed his
finger ever so gently and snapped it off.
Joe was stunned, and so were his friends. They didnât think anyone would dare to confront Mr. Sinclair
in this part of Michigan⦠They knew that Mr. Sinclair was backed by a very powerful force that normal
people couldnât afford to offend. âAhh! My finger is broken. You b*stard. How dare you break my finger?
Youâre dead. Iâm going to chop you
up into ten thousand pieces!â
Joe yelled. Crack!
With a single move, Alex broke Joeâs second finger too. âD*mn. This son of a b*tch. Letâs kill him
together!â
Joeâs friends yelled out and were about to attack Alex when Xyla blocked Alex behind her. âDo you
have a death wish? Do you know who I am?â Xyla said with a frown.