Chapter 752: Chapter 752 Imprisonnt
Richardson Family.
Aria Richardson also saw the news online. Though Natalie Rogers and Lily Armstrong were being heavily criticized, it didn’t bring her any joy.
The house servant cut a plate of fruit and brought it over. Seeing her in a foul mood, the servant advised, “If Miss is feeling down, why not chat with Young Madam Lewis?”
Aria propped her head up; she would love to, but Hope Williams wasn’t in Emperor Capital lately, leaving her with no option.
Aria put down the pillow in her arms and stood up.
Seeing she seed to be heading out, the servant asked, “Miss, are you going out?”
Aria, “Yes.”
“Do you need to arrange a car for you?”
Aria shook her head, “No need, I’m just going to take a walk outside.”
The servant nodded, “Alright.”
Aria changed into another pair of shoes. Just as she was about to leave, she saw a black car slowly stop at the gate.
Aria paused. A man in a dark suit got out of the car. She recognized him; he was Alexander Knox’s assistant, nad Oliver Parker.
Aria frowned as she watched him walk towards her.
Oliver Parker politely bowed slightly, his face expressionless, “Miss Richardson, our CEO has asked us to pick you up.”
Aria frowned, “What does he want?”
Oliver Parker, “You’ll know once you go.”
Aria stood still, “I don’t want to see him, go back.”
Aria stepped past him to leave.
But Oliver Parker blocked her, “Miss Richardson, please don’t put in a difficult position.”
Aria irritably frowned, “I don’t want to see him; must I be forced to et him?”
“The CEO’s order is to take you to see him. We are rely executing the CEO’s orders, so, Miss Richardson, please co with us.”
“What if I refuse?”
“Then we’ll have to take compulsory asures.”
Aria twitched her mouth, listening to Oliver Parker’s firm attitude. She seed to visualize the domineering face of the one who issued the order.
Oliver Parker continued, “We don’t want to use force either, Miss Richardson, please.”
Oliver gestured courteously at Aria, biting her lip, she took out her phone and directly dialed Alexander Knox’s number.
Seeing this, Oliver didn’t interfere, quietly stepping aside to wait silently.
The call was quickly answered, and she heard the man’s low, cold voice, “What is it?”
“That should be my question to you. If there’s sothing, just say it over the phone. I don’t want to see you.”
The other end fell silent for two seconds, before the voice returned, colder by several degrees, “Co over and we’ll talk.”
With that, he didn’t give Aria a chance to speak anymore and directly hung up the call.
Standing to the side, Oliver saw she had finished her call and stepped forward again, “Miss Richardson, let’s go.”
Aria glanced at him, realizing that leaving today was unavoidable.
Aria gripped her phone tightly and headed outside.
Oliver followed closely behind.
Half an hour later, the car stopped beside a sprawling private helipad.
Oliver got out and opened the car door, gesturing for Aria to exit, “Miss Richardson, the CEO is waiting for you up ahead.”
Aria frowned, “Why here?”
“This is arranged by the CEO; I am not privy to the specifics.” Oliver maintained a face of complete indifference, all business.
Aria disembarked, seeing on the vast helipad a parked helicopter, beside which stood Alexander Knox.
Alexander Knox was impeccably dressed in a black suit, with a matching shirt beneath. His handso face was grim and cold, his dark, deep eyes watched her with icy hostility.
He put away the phone in his hand and beckoned her over.
Aria furrowed her brows slightly, approached him a few steps, and said coldly, “What did you call here for, speak.”
Alexander’s dark eyes swept over her face, expressionless, as he raised his hand near her face, “I apologize for the slap last night; I lost control.”
Aria unceremoniously shook off his hand, “Next ti I’ll kill you, apologize to you, say I lost control—would that work?”
Alexander’s suspended hand tightened slightly as he calmly withdrew it, his expression unchanging.
Aria, “If you only called to apologize, I think I can leave now.”
Alexander didn’t allow her to leave. He stepped forward, blocking her path, and said, “I have another matter. Knowing you’ve been in a bad mood recently, I’m sending you sowhere else to relax. Return when it’s ti for our engagent party.”
Aria’s heart raced, and she imdiately refused, “I won’t go.”
“Why not?”
“What right do you have to make decisions for ?”
“I’m doing it for your own good; too much has happened recently. You need a break, and it’s also ti to cut off contact with those you shouldn’t see.”
While Alexander said this, his tone was calm, his expression serene, but there was no hint of consultation—more like a straightforward notification.
“Cut off contact with those I shouldn’t see.” Aria’s eyes twitched, with a tinge of mockery in her eyes, “Just say it outright: to avoid eting Wyatt Lewis again, you’re finding a place to imprison .”
“Imprison? How could it be imprisonnt? I just hope you won’t be entangled by anyone before our engagent party. Rest assured, you’ll be happier where I’ve arranged for you.”
After saying this, Oliver, accompanied by two bodyguards, stepped forward, still respectfully making a gesture to invite her, yet noticeably more assertive.
Aria stared intently at Alexander Knox, her gaze devoid of emotion, “So even if I don’t want to go, you’ll still forcibly make ?”
Alexander smiled, “Yes.”
He sighed, moving forward to grasp Aria’s hand, “Honestly, as long as you behave, everything will be fine.”
Aria fiercely shook off his hand, “Don’t touch . Behave? Like a puppet on strings? In your eyes, am I just a toy devoid of emotions and rights?”
“I’ve never said that. Haven’t I been tolerant enough to you? A dowry of two billion—haven’t I given you enough face? Aria, I’ve been too good to you, letting you run amok out there.”
Alexander’s expression was as deep as ink, unwavering, as he waved his hand. Oliver imdiately ca forward with the two bodyguards to clamp down on Aria’s arms.
“Let go of , don’t touch , you have no right to imprison .”
Aria struggled fiercely, constantly breaking free from the nearby bodyguard’s grasp.
Alexander Knox frowned slightly, “Oliver.”
“Miss Richardson, excuse .”
Oliver approached with a syringe, holding down Aria’s arm, administering an injection.
Aria felt a jab of pain in her arm, quickly followed by dizziness, her eyelids fluttering as her legs gave way. Alexander stepped forward and caught her with one arm.
Aria struggled, half-opening her eyes, “What did you inject with?”
“Just a sedative, so you’ll wake up once we’re there,” Alexander said, his gaze unruffled as he looked at her.
Aria clutched his clothes tightly, “Alexander Knox, you’re despicable…”
Alexander indifferently curled his lips into a cold smile, speaking softly as she finally closed her eyes, “Despicable? I rely use my abilities to obtain what I desire, not caring in the least about the thod.”
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