Chapter 38

With everyone watching, Alexander slowly got to his feet. One hand shoved casually into his pocket, those deep black eyes of his shimmered with a dangerous gleam. He looked like a grim reaper straight out of hell—every step he took felt like death creeping closer. Lucas's knees almost buckled as he watched Alexander heading toward him. He was so freaked out, he couldn't even feel the pain in his hand anymore. "A-Alexander, what's going on here?" he stammered. To be honest, he'd always been careful around the Prescott family—definitely never crossed Alexander before. Alexander's voice cut through the room like a blade from a mountaintop, cold enough to make your spine tingle. "No one touches my wife. Not even a single strand of her hair. I don't care if you're her biological father. The only thing that matters to me is who I care about. Morals? Bloodlines? I don't give a damn. If anyone makes her frown, they're my enemy. Period." The whole room went into an uproar after that. "Holy—Wait