This ti, Alexander made his decision. "The five major cities can live. As for the rest, leave them alone."
Louis nodded. "I’ll make the arrangents right away."
Alexander’s intention was clear. Custors in the five major cities—Vredo City, Rosemont City, Hupool City, Valemont City, and Dichester—who had sued "Charming Beauty" could negotiate with the Murray family. After receiving fair compensation, they would withdraw their lawsuits, retract all accusations, and allow "Charming Beauty" to continue operating in these cities.
However, in the other cities, custors were determined to bring "Charming Beauty" down, ensuring its closure.
With this approach, the Murray family would still suffer significant losses and see their wealth sharply diminished, but at least they’d survive.
This was the way Alexander handled things—ruthless but leaving a way out for them. He wouldn’t take things to such an extre unless there was so serious hatred involved.
As Louis made his call, Alexander walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows, leaning slightly against the edge of the desk. With his arms crossed and his gaze lowered, he stared at the bustling city below. His fingers lightly tapped against his arm, and no one knew what he was thinking.
After Louis finished arranging things for the Murray family, he saw Alexander standing there like a statue. It was obvious that Alexander was mulling over the marriage agreent.
Louis approached, adjusted his glasses, and said quietly, "Just monts ago, Derrick made a rare public appearance at a banquet and confird Neil’s claims to be true. And Anabel posted a picture on Twitter of the two of you at Neil’s 90th birthday party with the caption, ’What will we look like when we’re 90?’"
Louis paused, then asked, "Shall I release a statent on your behalf, declaring the marriage agreent null and void?"
Alexander looked up, casting a glance at the clock on the wall. "Trying to put out a fire at its peak is difficult. Let it die down first. The cleanup will be more thorough. Besides, Miss Carter knows this is just wishful thinking on the old n’s part. She doesn’t care, so there’s no rush."
Louis adjusted his glasses again, understanding perfectly. That explained why Alexander had seed ready to revolt when he first heard the news but cald down after a few monts of tapping away on his phone. It was all thanks to Avery.
Alexander said, "Notify Jaylin to dress up a bit. I’ll pick him up in half an hour for dinner. And arrange for the Aston Martin."
Louis was startled for a second but then nodded. "Yes, sir."
Half an hour later, with just a few minutes left until the end of the workday, Alexander descended the building, stepping through the lobby under the gaze of countless curious employees.
In the executive parking lot, where only vice presidents and above could park, a striking blue Aston Martin was waiting. Even though the employees and passersby of the Moran Group were used to seeing luxury cars, this one still caught their attention. A crowd gathered, and many stopped to snap photos.
Alexander slid into the Aston Martin and drove off. Reporters stationed nearby imdiately jumped into their cars, weaving through the crowd, following closely behind the Aston Martin.
The Aston Martin didn’t seem bothered by the attention and drove at a leisurely pace. About 20 minutes later, it stopped in front of a high-end apartnt building.
A tall, stunning "woman" waiting at the entrance waved as soon as she saw him, her long hair and red dress fluttering in the breeze.
Alexander got out of the car and personally opened the passenger door for her. Through the tinted windows, onlookers could just make out Alexander leaning over to fasten her seatbelt, and she took off her mask, seemingly whispering sothing in his ear, perhaps even kissing him.
The Aston Martin drove away, and the reporters gave chase.
Another 15 minutes passed before the car pulled up outside Cravings, Valemont City’s most famous trendy restaurant. Alexander once again personally opened the door for the tall beauty and escorted her inside with his arm around her waist.
The reporters were buzzing with excitent, snapping pictures and recording videos.
"This is the first ti Alexander has been seen with his arm around a woman in public, right? He must really be serious about her."
"That woman must be his rumored girlfriend, but she always wears a mask. We still haven’t seen her face."
"No worries. They’re here to eat. They’ll have to take off their masks eventually. We can sneak inside or have the staff and custors help. We’ll get a clear shot of her face."
"The Moran and Powell families just announced their engagent, and now Alexander is openly flaunting his relationship with his rumored girlfriend. Looks like there’s drama brewing with his family!"
Using various tricks, the reporters finally managed to capture a full view of the rumored girlfriend’s face. They were full of praise. "She’s a real stunner. No wonder Alexander fell for her."
"Miss Powell is beautiful, but that regal, queenly air of hers isn’t sothing most n can handle. Even if they can, they probably wouldn’t want to."
"Exactly! Alexander may not like won who are too obedient, but what man who sees himself as a king would want a queen by his side? Emperors marry queens for power. Their hearts belong to their concubines."
"She doesn’t look like she’s from a powerful family. Even if Alexander likes her, there’s no way he’ll marry her. Would he keep her as his mistress?"
As these discussions swirled, photos of Alexander and his rumored girlfriend intimately entering and leaving the restaurant spread like wildfire online.
After dinner, Alexander walked out with his arm around the tall beauty, but this ti, the bold reporters sward them, pointing microphones and caras in his face.
"Alexander, Neil and Derrick have publicly confird your engagent to Miss Powell, and there’s talk of an engagent ceremony soon. Will you accept this arrangent?"
"Who is this young lady to you? Are you two in a relationship?"
This ti, Alexander responded, "My grandfather expressed his wishes for out of concern. I understand his sentint, but tis have changed. Arranged marriages and betrothals don’t hold up under the law today."
It was clear he was rejecting the engagent with Anabel.
Everyone was shocked. "Are you publicly rejecting the Powell family and Miss Powell?"
"Did you discuss this with your family?"
"Do you have soone else you love? Is this young lady your girlfriend?"
The tall "woman," already wearing her mask, nestled against Alexander’s chest, arms wrapped around his waist.
Alexander wrapped his arm around her shoulder, guiding her towards the car. "My personal life is not up for discussion. If you’re interested, feel free to follow the developnts."
With that, Alexander and the tall beauty got into the Aston Martin. Perhaps because they had been drinking, Louis was already waiting in the driver’s seat. As soon as they were settled, Louis drove off.
The reporters followed them all the way back to the apartnt building where the tall woman had first appeared. They watched as Alexander and the woman entered the building together, and then they stayed camped outside.
They waited until 6 a.m. the next day. Only then did they see Alexander, still in his clothes from the night before, yawning lazily as he got into the Aston Martin, driven by Louis, and left.
anwhile, a file containing the tall woman’s details was placed in front of Anabel.
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