His Devious Rule

Chapter 552 An Inferior Taste

Abraham was embarrassed when he heard Rob's words. He was thinking of talking to Casper so that Lilian and Liam won't be left out and live a good life. But his eyes went wide in horror when Alvin accepted his doing.

With the oppressive gazes of two men, slicing through every hint of his confidence, his mind was hazy to form any response to Alvin.

Lilian frowned when she heard Alvin but she didn't feel the necessity to speak in their business. It was the brother's talk. If Liam didn't want any shares or assets of Matthews, she had nothing to say either. She just wanted to get her impulsive brother away and safe.

Liam looked at Alvin with complex emotions. No, he didn't hate his brother. He respected Alvin and Anya for helping them every time but he found Alvin and Casper similar.

Casper had fooled him to work at the company while keeping him away from Alvin and Alvin schemed against their father to prove his point. Their father and his mother had wronged Alvin so he wouldn't call them righteous and Alvin had tried his best to stay away from the Matthews family so he wouldn't call him evil.

However, he didn't want those complexities in his life. He was tired of their mind games and fake upfront to maintain their public image.

He broke the dark suffocating silence in the air and also took his wife's brother out of his misery, "We will be moving back to our apartment." He was neither happy with what Abraham did nor wanted to be Alvin's trouble.

Alvin's gaze shifted to Liam. Liam, Lilian, and their daughter were in the estate because Anya was worried about them. They were targeted by Miles to distract Anya. Now, he had no reason to keep them there and see another day like today.

His tolerance had reached its limit.

Lilian's voice followed right after Liam as she subtly bowed to Alvin. "I'm sorry on behalf of my brother. He doesn't mean any harm to you. Please forgive us this once." She pleaded, without daring to meet Alvin in the eye.

There were days she hoped Liam and Alvin would live happily together. She grasped Liam would prefer to stay away after whatever Alvin said.

Neither the Abraham family was strong, nor Liam could do anything to Alvin. Although Alvin was itching to cut the tongue off the man who was on the floor, he had better work to do.

He stood up offering no word to the couple. He glanced at Rob who nodded in response to throw Abraham on the road right away.

Before Alvin could cross the hallway, his mobile rang displaying 'Little Donut,' on the screen. He answered the call.

[Alvin, could you please keep Alaric De Michèle there for another half an hour?] Anya's requesting tone held a hint of complexity.

Alvin paused at the end of the hallway and turned to the drawing room. Alaric was sitting comfortably on the couch, lazily changing channels on television as if he had nothing better to do.

It was infuriating to have Alaric in the mansion but he loved to indulge his wife. Thus he hummed in response, guessing Anya found Alaric's trail. He was satisfied to know she trusted him enough when she didn't quote any questions about their safety.

After exchanging a few more words, he ended the call, achieving his signature calmness and indifference. He again turned to the man who was feigning ignorance of his presence.

He discerned Alaric wanted to meet his wife hence he was wasting time there. Because ambushing her outside will only cause him harm.

The weight of Alvin's gaze was hard to ignore. Alaric snapped at Alvin, "I'm not here to steal your wife." He whipped his head towards Alvin and looked equally annoyed. Not at Alvin but his situation.

Alvin resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He went upstairs adding, "My wife doesn't have an inferior taste." Instead, Alaric should pray Anya won't bury him in the ground.

Alaric: "…"

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Anya stormed inside shortly. She had taken a few steps but the strong presence in the drawing hall was hard to ignore.

Her eyes narrowed when Alaric unfolded his large frame from the couch and stood up. He shoved his hands into his pant pockets and unhurriedly turned to her. Clearly, he waiting for her.

She was tempted to see her husband first but chose to deal with the man first. Slapping her thigh, she caught the handgun as she went in front of Alaric whose scrutinizing gaze followed her every move.

She placed her handgun on the center table and sat down at ease. Her gray eyes were a ball of ice without a hint of warmth. She has already read about Alaric De Michèle - Mitchell.

In most fields, may it be business, entertainment, politics, or administration, they flinch at his presence. He was said to be holding the dirty secrets of numerous high-level people. Anya could vanish those at the tips of her fingers.

If she wasn't wrong, Alaric knew about her job and also her fake resignation. Then why was he daring to cross her?

Alaric's eyes lingered on the handgun for a few seconds and looked back at her. Her small frame was a disguise for the strength she holds. No ordinary woman could get the presidential award for nothing. Hence he wasn't ready to leave without meeting her.

It was the second time he was under the same roof as her. The first time she was working in the secretariat when he met Bernard Collins with his maternal grandfather.

"Is that supposed to scare me?" He instinctively mocked her due to her actions. If not anybody, she will know by now that he wasn't new to firearms.

Anya flatly responded, "To blow your head." And her team was ready to clean up.

Alaric didn't doubt that. Her parents said she doesn't indulge anyone but her darling son. So he came to the point to get rid of her from his back.

He picked the file from the couch and placed it on the center table. He adorned the couch opposite her, and let her take a look into the file.

Alaric was neither the first businessman she was meeting nor the last. Her voice softened deliberately, "Unlike my husband." Then her voice hardened, so as her gaze on the man, "I don't do business." She wasn't there to make a deal with him.

She had no reason to accommodate Alaric after whatever he had done. Instead of wasting time on warnings and words, Anya picked up her handgun and pulled the slider to recoil the bullet.

At the stairs, Alvin's lips arced up to an enticing curve. He had to listen to Alaric's nonsense whereas his wife was ruthless to her bones. He returned to the study room to let her handle it.