As he waled up the road, his ho was still a fair distance away. While walking in silence, the loud sound of a roaring engine echoed from behind him.
He turned to look and saw a black sedan approaching. Just from the way it was built, it looked strong and powerful, clearly not an ordinary car.
"Another luxury car", Alexander thought to himself.
As the car passed by him, Alexander continued his leisurely walk without paying much attention. Inside the vehicle, however, there were three people.
One sat in the driver's seat, and although he appeared ordinary at first glance, a closer look revealed that he was anything but normal.
There was a sharpness in his posture, the kind only trained people carried.
Seated behind him in the passenger seat was a blonde woman dressed in a neatly tailored blazer suit.
It was none other than Jessica Rivera, the sa woman who had assisted Alexander when he first arrived in this place.
She was the very sa woman who had assisted Alexander when he first arrived in this place.
Seated beside her was another woman, this one with striking blue hair.
It flowed like water, each silky strand cascading down her back in waves that shimred with every movent, as if reflecting the light like rippling currents.
Her sharp eyes held an alluring intensity, matched by the confident way she carried herself.
She wore a sleek white turtleneck that clung to her curves, highlighting her figure, especially her prominent bust, which could easily be estimated around an F cup.
Paired with it were form-fitting high-waisted jeans that emphasized her hourglass silhouette. On her feet were black heels, and she sat gracefully with her legs crossed, exuding both elegance and nobility.
"We are almost there, young lady," Jessica said with a gentle smile.
The slender woman beside her returned the gesture with a calm, elegant smile of her own. Jessica could not help but be srized.
The beauty of the woman before her was simply breathtaking, far beyond what she had expected.
Although she had once been hesitant to acknowledge it, even Jessica had co to accept the title given to this woman.
She was known throughout the country as its most 'beautiful woman', and that title alone was more than enough to reflect her worth.
Jessica Rivera could not help but wonder why her day was becoming more and more interesting.
First, there was the young man with an unknown background.
And now, she was sitting beside a woman known throughout the entire Philippines as the most beautiful woman.
"Young lady, would you like to hire so bodyguards?" Jessica asked, turning to her with a hint of concern in her voice.
For soone of her status, it was surprising that she had no bodyguards accompanying her.
As an influential figure, her presence alone was enough to stir attention, and any harm that might co her way would not only affect her but also implicate the higher-ups connected to her.
Her hotown was located in the central region, a place known for powerful families and political ties.
Even so, the woman simply shook her head, "No need. Uncle Ron can take care of my safety," she said calmly.
"I'm only here to enjoy my vacation, and no one else knows I've co, not even my friends, and only my family. So please, don't tell anyone I'm here. Understood?"
Her voice carried a sense of nobility it's just flowed so naturally, "Of course, young lady. Even if you had not said anything, I would never spread this," Jessica replied with a respectful tone.
"That is good," the woman said with a small nod.
"Oh yes, I heard that the other Evercrest Manor, the one considered not for sale, was recently bought. Can you tell who purchased it?"
Her voice held so curiosity. Since the person who could buy that kind of property had to be soone with great influence and a strong background, possibly soone as prominent as she was.
The other Evercrest Manor had actually been bought by her father a long ti ago, but it had remained unused and unattended for years.
Now that she had wrapped up so personal and business matters, she decided it would be the perfect ti to take a quiet vacation here.
"Oh, you an Alexander," Jessica Rivera said casually.
Since it was not a secret. Everyone in the area already knew who had purchased the manor and who was currently living there.
Even if she does not tell it, with just a short investigation she will still know.
"So Alexander is his na," she said, confirming it to herself.
"Yes, young lady," Jessica replied, adjusting her words with a small smile.
"To be honest, we still do not know who he really is. Even the higher-ups have no information about him. But because he offered a large sum, they approved the sale and gave him the ownership of the villa. Beyond that, his background remains unknown."
"Oh, so he is mysterious," Catherine said with a soft laugh.
"And please, stop calling young lady. You make sound too noble. Just call Catherine."
Catherine was only twenty-three years old, yet her enchanting figure and stunning looks gave her a presence that felt far more commanding.
It was no wonder Jessica had instinctively addressed her so formally without even realizing it.
"Sure... Miss... Catherine..." Jessica stamred, trying to adjust her tone.
"But did you not conduct a thorough investigation about him?" Catherine asked, her brows furrowing slightly in curiosity.
"Ah, we did," Jessica replied.
"But all we found were basic details like his na, birthplace, and hotown. Aside from that, even the nas of his family remain a mystery."
She paused for a mont before continuing with a reassuring smile.
"But do not worry. I have t him once, and he was not bad at all in terms of personality. He also has no criminal record, so you can feel at ease if the two of you happen to et."
Hearing this, Catherine fell into deep thought. Her eyes reflected a growing curiosity as the car continued along the road.
However, instead of taking the path that led toward Alexander's place, they turned in the opposite direction.
anwhile, at the top of the hill, Alexander finally arrived outside his ho. Standing by the gate were two guards, Andre Bon and Lewis, who looked at him with confused expressions.
The two guards opened the gate, and as they did, Alexander stepped inside. Still curious, Lewis spoke up.
"Young master, why did you walk? Where is your car?"
Alexander glanced at him casually and replied, "I gave it to soone to borrow for a while."
The two guards looked at each other, eyes wide with surprise and amazent.
That car looked like a high-end luxury vehicle, yet their young master had lent it out so easily. To them, it was a clear sign of his generosity.
Their admiration for him only grew stronger. Alexander said nothing more and continued inside the house.
It was already seven in the morning. As he walked into the living room, he noticed Anya sitting on the couch, watching television.
The mont she saw him, the little girl's eyes lit up. She ran toward him and wrapped her arms around his waist, only able to reach that high because of his tall fra.
"Big brother Alex, good morning," Anya said with a bright, innocent smile.
"Good morning as well. Why are you watching television so early?" Alexander asked, lowering himself to her level and gently pinching her soft cheeks.
"That's because big sister told to wait here after she finished making breakfast," Anya replied, her voice cheerful as ever.
"I see. Then go ahead and watch for a while. I'll go try and help her," he said before leaving the living room.
The little girl nodded and returned to the couch, eyes glued to the show playing on the screen.
As Alexander entered the kitchen, a refreshing and delicious aroma filled the air. At the stove stood a familiar figure, her back facing him as she carefully tended to the food.
"How was your sleep?" Alexander asked, his voice calm and gentle.
She turned around at the sound of his voice, but the mont she did, Alexander's eyes narrowed slightly.
Her face looked pale, and her expression carried the weight of exhaustion. Sothing was clearly off.
Not only that there were beads of sweat on her face, and the sight made Alexander's chest tighten with worry.
Without thinking, he quickly stepped forward and reached out, gently holding her by the shoulders.
"Hey, are you okay? You look completely worn out," he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Her breathing was faint, her face pale, and the weariness in her eyes was impossible to ignore. Just standing there, she looked like she could collapse at any mont.
Alexander's eyes instinctively followed the motion. As he glanced down, he froze.
A faint trail of blood had slid down her inner thigh, staining her leg before dripping quietly onto the floor.
"Don't tell it's today?" Alexander asked, his voice low and filled with sudden realization.
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