Purple Summers was terrified, even though Alexander Summers had been worried she might have nightmares from seeing the bloody scene and had tried to cover it with a blanket.
It wasn't the sudden assassination that scared her, nor the terrifying killers, but rather the realization of who Alexander Summers truly was.
His life was filled with blood, murder, and endless life-or-death struggles. Even though he wasn't a womanizer, he still wasn't a good match for her.
She should stay far away from him!
Purple shivered all over.
The sounds of combat outside subsided, and someone turned on the room's ceiling light, revealing the dreadful scene in bright light.
Alexander's beautiful bodyguard walked in, lightly wounded with blood stains on the corners of her lips, her expression cold as ever.
"Master Xander, we left someone alive. Do you want to interrogate him?"
Hearing the words but seemingly not reacting, Alexander lovingly picked up Purple and carried her out of the room.
