Chapter 9
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Three months later.
“Miss, Alexander is here again.”
Jesse pushed the door open, wearing a helpless expression. “That’s the seventh time this week.”
I swirled the wine glass in my hand without turning around. “Tell him to get out.”
“Remember, don’t even bother telling me about such things in the future.”
“But he said… he’d kneel at the entrance until he dies if he can’t see you.”
I sneered and walked to the floor–to–ceiling window, looking down.
In front of the Jones Group building, a gaunt figure knelt rigidly. Even from dozens of floors up, I rec- ognized Alexander.
The once arrogant young master now wore faded work pants, his hair messy like a bird’s nest, holding a cardboard sign that read “Katherine, I love you.”
Disgusting.
“Let him kneel.”
I turned and sank into the leather sofa, lazily adding, “Tell security: no water, no entry to the lobby.”
Jesse hesitated. “But… heavy rain’s forecasted today…”
“Even better?” I chuckled lightly. “Let him taste what it felt like when I got drenched that night.”
The downpour arrived right on schedule.
From the surveillance room, I watched Alexander shiver in the torrential rain.
The cardboard had disintegrated, yet he stubbornly kept holding it up.
“Miss, he’s been kneeling for six hours…” Jesse murmured.
I glanced at my watch, voice icy. “Ten more minutes.”
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Chapter 9
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Nine and a half minutes later, Alexander finally collapsed face–first into the flooded street.
“Call an ambulance,” I stood up. “Don’t let him die at our doorstep. Bad luck.”
In the VIP hospital room, Alexander’s eyes fluttered open to find me seated beside his bed.
“Kat… Katherine?” His voice rasped, eyes lighting up as he struggled to sit.
“You… you came to see me?”
I let out a cold laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m just here to warn you: never show your face again.”
“You make me sick!”
Alexander’s gaze dimmed instantly. “I know I was wrong… truly…”
“Wrong?” I scoffed through clenched teeth. “Alexander, know what I thought that night while hanging naked from that pole?”
He shut his eyes in agony, mumbling, “Stop…”
“I thought,” I leaned in, spoke word by word, “if I survived, I’d make you beg for death.”
Alexander trembled, grabbing my wrist. “Katherine, I can make it right, I swear-”
“Make it right?”
I threw my head back laughing like it was the funniest joke.
“Sure. Then go die.”
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