Mechelle's POV
I couldn't help but furrow my brows at the sight of that familiar name, Alexander Duncan, a surge of unease rising within me. He's back again! I bit down hard on my lip, filled with both confusion and anxiety.
"Why him again?" I muttered under my breath, feeling the creeping unease in the pit of my stomach.
"I really don't understand why Vincent has such a useless uncle. Apart from all sorts of debauchery, he seems utterly worthless," Alexander Duncan's voice was cold and ruthless.
"Alexander, what's the point of wasting words on someone like him? Just hit him and then throw him to Vincent to deal with," Quinn chuckled lightly beside me. "It's been a while since I've been in a fight, I wonder if I've gotten rusty? Today seems like a good day to find out."
Alexander? He's... Wooden's legs trembled in fear, unable to even utter a complete sentence.
"Sorry, you're too late to the party," Quinn smirked, already charging forward.
