Ch. 31..35: OMG My Crippled Husband is a Hot Powerful CEO Chapter 31-35

Chapter 31: Chapter 31 – Do you love my daughter?

Alex was on his way to the base when he remembered something and changed direction the moment he reached the familiar street.

"Let’s see Monica before going to the base," he said.

Ike understood and instantly turned the wheel. One of the caretakers welcomed him as soon as he entered the house.

The security and all the bodyguards were his men, so no one questioned him when he was led to Monica’s room.

A lot of surprises awaited Joanna should she return to her mother’s house, as two maids had also been employed with the intention that the two should never be off duty at the same time.

Alex was not expecting Monica to be on call with Joanna, feeling awkward when the phone was given to him. But before he said a word, he heard Joanna say,

"Ma’am, Violet is here so I’m gonna have to call you back."

Relieved to have escaped the awkward moment, he was about to end the call when he heard a male voice.

"Vi, you didn’t tell me how stunning your girlfriend was."

Alex felt a strange surge of emotions cruising through him but heard a familiar voice respond. "And she’s also married so back off, or I’ll castrate you myself."

The rest was followed by laughter, as Alex relaxed, feeling that Violet could indeed be a very good person to have around.

He ended the call and returned the phone to Monica, addressing her as his mother. "Mom, Joanna and I are already married but we shall be having a wedding. It’s a family tradition, which would warrant you walking her down the aisle."

This was not a matter to discuss, being Joanna’s responsibility in breaking the news, but Alex needed something to leverage before making his intentions known.

"When is the wedding?" Monica was casually eating fruits, which she paused and asked. Her meals were now strictly monitored by a dietician, and she could not help but wonder when her life changed so much.

"In three weeks," Alex revealed. Monica was elated, not having walked the aisle in her life before. It was a good thing her daughter was going to do so.

"That’s great. I will be strong by then, but tell me. Do you love my daughter?" She asked seriously. Alex stiffened.

Love was not in his dictionary, but he understood basic things like doing the right thing. Unable to answer, he rather asked, "Mom, I want to ask you a question?"

The middle-aged woman was smart enough to deduce his intentions and retorted,

"Alex, my daughter has suffered a lot. All I want is for her to be happy, and if you can’t give her that, then please let her go. I don’t want her to end up like me."

Being hit by the request like a tsunami, it was still not enough to make him guilty, his plans for Joanna being those of good.

"She will never end up like you, I can assure you, but there are things between us that I can’t directly tell you."

It was understandable for couples to have their own challenges, so Monica could only smile. "I understand."

"Okay. I have a little problem," Alex hinted, ready to make his intentions known.

"What is it?" Eagerness laced Monica’s voice as she asked. Alex smiled a little.

"I asked Joanna about her childhood, but guess what?" He watched as the smile on Monica’s face disappeared instantly and added, "She couldn’t remember anything."

He was disheartened when the middle-aged woman broke down. "It was one of our darkest moments," she recounted. Alex was glad she was ready to open up to him without too much coaxing.

"Please tell me, so I can know how to help you both."

Monica stared at him and smiled through tears, her eyes reddening with it. "Your father was my first love, but he chose a wealthy woman over me."

Alex remembered his grandfather recounting that story and urged her on. "I’m sorry, but I know the story. Then you met Cole, and he also broke your heart. What happened next?"

He was curious to learn about Joanna’s kid sister and why nobody mentioned her. Since he was looking for someone, there was a possibility for it to be anybody.

"I made a promise to your father that I was going to name Joanna Adelaide like he wanted, but his wife wanted me dead so I escaped. She’s your mother, so I know how it can be for you. She wasn’t particularly an angel."

Alex forced a smile. No one knew his parents better than him. "I know that, but I still love her."

Monica said nothing to that, only recounting her story. "She gave birth to you, so it’s understandable. She always felt that Joanna was Mathias’s child, so to hide away, I just abbreviated the name in the middle and made Joanna the first name. Then I met a man in Chicago. We fell in love, and I got pregnant for him. He took great care of us, took Joanna under his wing."

Her voice faltered at the ending, as a tear slid down her cheek, which she quickly wiped. Alex had a feeling something nasty had happened, asking, "Is he still alive?"

"No. He never married me for reasons I only knew after his death."

Discomfort washed over Alex, increasing his curiosity. "What’s his name, and how did it happen?"

Monica hoped that the last man she loved would receive justice, and with Alex being from a powerful family, she had no choice but to trust him with that.

"His name is Enzo. He insisted that we keep our relationship a secret and never allowed me to work. He provided everything for us in Chicago, and we were comfortable. I had a daughter for him, Nancy."

The name sounded familiar to Alex, even when the surname had not been mentioned. Well, most people were only addressed by their first names, so he could not be wrong, only needed to confirm one thing. "Where is she?"

If he had an idea of what happened to Nancy, then he could confirm the identity of Enzo, but Monica was reluctant at this moment, perplexing his intentions.

With a frustrated sigh, he made it clear to her, in a respectful manner. "Look. If I have to help you, then you have to be transparent with me."

Chapter 32: Chapter 32 – Joanna Survived

Monica had no choice but to trust him with the things she couldn’t tell Joanna, not because she enjoyed hiding things from her, but because of the psychological trauma.

"She’s dead," she revealed with a bitter smile, tears streaming down her cheeks. Alex picked up a tissue and handed it to her, wondering how she could be crying and smiling at the same time.

It might have been a bitter smile, but he couldn’t help being puzzled, asking, "How?"

Monica narrated the story to him. "Five years ago, I received news that Enzo died in a crossfire with some gangs. That’s when I found out he worked for Salvadore."

Alex’s heart sank. Who knew that his secret identity would come back to haunt him? Most of the work was not done by him but rather by his men, most of whom didn’t know his true identity.

Strange as it seemed, his palms were wet with sweat from the revelation, showing how nervous he was.

"Where did you get this information?"

"From the news," Monica revealed. Alex relaxed a little. A lot of lies were spread in the news by the media these days, so it might not be what he was thinking, but Monica’s words were piercing.

"Salvadore is heartless. I don’t know what caused Enzo’s death, but Salvadore’s men found us. I tried to protect my children, but Nancy came out of hiding and was taken away. I heard gunshots and her screams after she was taken away, while one of his men restrained me."

Alex was relieved that the people who worked with him as Salvadore were different from those who worked with him as Alexander.

"When was that?"

"A year after Enzo died, and that was when I started working to take care of Joan. That night, she wanted to go rescue her sister, but in the darkness, she fell and hit her head, falling into a coma for almost a year."

Alex was disheartened to hear all this, but he had to go back into his archives to remember exactly what happened and what led to all this.

Monica was too absorbed by the pain in her heart to notice the paleness of Alex’s face.

"Joanna survived, but during her final year of college, she got into a fight and hit her head again. That’s how she lost her memories, so I came back here with all the money I had left after selling off all assets. Then I took on jobs to take care of her until I couldn’t work anymore because of my health."

Alex now understood the reason for Joan’s memory loss, but with the cause of it pointing to him, he was even more scared if she found out.

He was never scared of anyone, but why was he suddenly scared of his contracted wife? Alex always tried to do the right thing, so if he made a mistake this time, it would be a huge blow to him.

"According to doctors, she can never regain those memories, so I try my best to prevent her from meeting those from her past who might drop a hint to make her aware of how incomplete her life was," Monica concluded. But Alex recalled something related to his conversation with Colton before sending him away.

"What about Colton?"

Monica smiled genuinely at the question but remembered how she almost made a mistake and told Joanna about Colton.

"Joan and Colton were high school sweethearts. When I found out Joanna lost her memory, I didn’t want Colton to complicate things for her, so I never informed him about our departure. Coincidentally, he appeared in her life again."

Regarding Colton, Alex knew he did the right thing by sending him away. "I see. Thank you for telling me."

He was typing something on his phone when Monica added, "Please don’t tell her. She will be worried because of how much she loved her sister."

"When the incident happened, Joanna couldn’t get over Nancy’s death, and before she lost her memory, she was determined to find Salvadore and put a gun to his head, even if it meant risking her own life. That’s why I’m glad for the memory loss. It’s better and safer for us."

Alex felt entangled in a web. All along, he thought he was on top of his game, but hearing this, there seemed to be something lacking.

Enzo might be guilty, but what about Nancy? He had to find out the truth and the details of that story, knowing exactly where to find it.

"Thank you for trusting me. I got you something." He had finished typing away, and as soon as Ike received the text, he appeared behind Alex with a bouquet of white flowers.

Taking them from Ike, Alex handed them to Monica, whose face brightened instantly. "Thank you, Alex, you spoil me."

She couldn’t remember the last time anyone gave her flowers after Enzo’s death. "Can I ask you a question?" She asked, but Alex’s phone coincidentally started ringing, and he ignored it.

"Yes, anything."

Monica smiled, and hope resonated in her eyes. "Do you know who Salvadore is?"

Alex froze instantly, taking an interest in the call rather than the question since it wouldn’t be good to lie to a motherly figure in his life.

Monica might be Joanna’s mother, but she was also his father’s first love. From what Alex saw, his father never stayed faithful to his mother because he never got over Monica.

It created enmity between him and his father, watching how his mother was emotionally neglected throughout their marriage. No wonder she tried to harm Monica.

"Please let me answer this call."

Monica was not happy. All she needed was a simple yes or no answer, but at the same time, Alex received an alert when he was on the phone.

"Alex, where are you?" It was Aiden, but Alex did not answer, momentarily lowering the phone and staring at the bank alerts he was receiving. What exactly was Joanna up to?

"I will be there in ten minutes," he answered before ending the call and turning to Monica, grateful for the narrow escape.

"Mom, I will see you again, but if you need anything, do call me."

By the time Alex arrived at the base, he had received multiple alerts and could not pay Aiden attention with all the blaring music.

"Alex, why are you on your phone? The girls are coming out. Can you make her out?" Aiden asked, and Alex’s attention shifted from the phone instantly as he looked among the chain of women for that particular one...

 

Chapter 33: Chapter 33 – Run

Alex’s gaze lingered for a long while, giving Aiden hope. "Alas, did you find her?"

Alex had been here ever since his contacts informed him that the girl he was looking for had been trafficked.

Most nights, he would be in these illegal clubs to check through the girls they had, hoping to find the girl that fit the description, yet there was no hope.

Alex did not respond immediately; Aiden noticed his gaze fixed on one particular girl.

It seemed like forever until the host was about to begin the auction before he spoke. "Buy number one and let’s ask her a few questions."

"Are you sure about this?" Aiden asked his gaze on the girl who looked more like trouble.

Not every girl sold in these kinds of auctions was innocent, and they both knew it.

"No, but it’s worth trying. And get me some vodka. Everything here is so nauseating," Alex frowned, his voice filled with annoyance.

He never liked such clubs but had to endure it just to find that woman.

"On it," Aiden said, knowing which part of the request was his.

Ike went to the car to bring them vodka since they couldn’t trust the drinks sold in these kinds of places.

The sight of half-naked women and all manner of the seven deadly sins going on was already an eyesore; their eyes had to be half-closed most of the time.

These clubs were dark, dealing in all manner of illegalities. It was just a matter of time before Alex dealt with them, but for now, he had too much on his plate, including his stubborn wife, whose purchases were still causing his phone to buzz with alerts.

Why wouldn’t she just buy everything at once but keep buying in bits? Alex knew she was up to something. Joanna was not as meek as he expected.

As they said, love is blind, and marriage is an eye-opener. There was no love, but their contract marriage still confirmed the saying.

Aiden spoke up when the card lifted in the air for the number one girl. That was how they were addressed, by numbers. "Five thousand."

The host recognized him instantly. Whenever Aiden began with a low bid, all the other customers would follow the same pattern.

Tonight, he was hoping things would be different, but his worst nightmare had just arrived, and he wasn’t going to let him win.

Not when there was a lot of money at stake. "It’s you again and that cripple friend of yours."

Aiden would have been calm if the insult was only directed at him, but for it to be directed at Alex meant war, and his expression went cold.

"I responded to your bid. No need to insult us."

The host laughed, his mocking glare on the man in the wheelchair. "What can you do? You are starting from five thousand with such a hot girl."

The girl was indeed hot but also shivering from fear. It was clear that all of them were not doing this willingly but were being forced.

In times like this, strange things began to happen. "Try and see if anyone would buy her at a higher price," Aiden daringly retorted. The host was greatly upset, accusing him.

"You always ruin our market, you motherfucker. Get yourself and your cripple out of this place."

Alex was busy typing on the phone, his expression neutral as Aiden responded. "And if I don’t?"

"Boys, teach our rude guests a lesson," the host declared, and four hunks in sleeveless shirts aimed at Aiden but were overpowered by Ike alone.

The expression on their faces was interesting, with the four men lying unconscious on the floor. "Are those your strongest men? They look weak to me," Aiden taunted, but Alex was still typing effortlessly away on his phone.

Four men pulled out guns, which fell from their hands when the heat from bullets penetrated through their hands, punching a bullet hole in them. The floor was getting messy with the dripping blood.

Other guests, including the girls, were horrified, though these kinds of things were not strange in places like this. It was just unexpected from two men and a cripple.

The host was now afraid, calling for backup. By the time his backup arrived, men in black, round-neck shirts surrounded the place. Those who knew, knew.

"What are Salvadore’s men doing here?" The host paled at the sight of the men who had intruded on the event.

"Look, we don’t have any business with you," he said pleadingly to the leader of the team, who was not ready to listen.

"We were informed from a reliable source."

The host could not imagine which reliable source they were talking about, staring in Aiden’s direction. "It’s just those two bastards causing trouble. You should get them."

"The alert was directed at you," the leader of Salvadore’s men spoke calmly. Those who had seen them in action before began sneaking out of the club.

No doubt this was going to be on the news and this club would be closed down when information reached the FBI.

"Run," he yelled, but none of them could escape from Salvadore’s men. Bullets were flying in the direction of the organizers but were so skillfully done in a way that no innocent person was injured.

Only the sound scared the girls; they closed their ears with their palms as one of Salvadore’s men asked, "What do we do with the girls?"

"Let me ask the boss," their leader said.

He texted on his phone for a while before saying, "Take them to safety." They turned around and left with the five girls without a word, whether good or bad to Alex.

Even they had no idea whom they were receiving their orders from.

"Are you coming to my place tonight?" Aiden was ready to leave and asked, Alex shook his head.

"No. I have work to do."

"You are happy I’m back, aren’t you?" Aiden punched his shoulder playfully, and Alex smiled.

"I am, and you are my best man, but I need information on someone."

Aiden was glad to be the best man and not Edmund. Having been away for so long, he was glad Alex still valued him as a best friend. "Who?" He asked, ready to organize the search.

"Enzo," Alex revealed, and Aiden frowned imperceptibly.

"Him?" He asked, remembering that was a closed case, but Alex asked him.

"What do you know?"

Aiden curiously glanced at the screen of Alex’s phone since he had never seen him so obsessed with it. "You are receiving so many bank alerts." If nothing at all, Aiden saw at least twenty bank alerts. At this time, none of the company branches would be making payments.

"It’s my wife. She’s trying to get me upset," Alex said calmly, and Aiden was slightly confused.

"By spending all that money? Aren’t you going to stop her?"

Alex smiled, knowing that was exactly what Joanna wanted. "Why should I?"

He began typing on the phone, to Aiden’s shock, as a message followed that rendered him spellbound.

 

Chapter 34: Chapter 34 – What women should do

Joanna and Violet went shopping after the meal with Violet’s brother. He left after seeing the bodyguard and knowing his sister would be safe but was saddened to hear about Joanna’s marriage, wondering why he didn’t meet her before her husband.

Joanna could not get over Alex’s visit to her mother throughout her entire shopping spree, wondering if her mother’s obsession with Alex’s father was the reason why she was so happy to have him around.

"Joan, why are you buying so many things from different shops? I mean, I can sponsor you to a certain extent, but that diamond necklace costs a million. Isn’t your husband broke?"

Violet loved to spoil herself but still had limits to her expenditure. Joanna portrayed herself as the keeper, so Violet expected her to be more responsible.

"He’s not, and also, we are going to have a wedding, so be ready to be the maid of honor," Joanna revealed casually and continued shopping for the most expensive items.

These were things she would have never looked at twice if Alex had not upset her with his annoying display of money.

He kept reminding her that money was not a problem, so why should she be worried about her spending for their wedding?

The wedding planner could take care of the event, but she was going to take care of everything she wanted to wear on her body, including that of her maid of honor.

"Wait, you mean your hubby is secretly rich?" Violet found this interesting, wondering what Logan would feel about this since Joanna had not let her in on the details.

This was not something she had to say. Everything would be revealed on the day of the wedding, so she had to look her best.

"On our wedding day, you will know more, so pick anything you want for personal use, the wedding, and whatnot," she waved dismissively like the rich woman she was. Her weekly allowance was already too much for her, and she planned on putting it into investments.

However, Violet was reluctant. "Are you sure about this?"

Joanna chuckled, dragging her to the next luxury store where the most expensive perfumes were being sold. "You don’t believe me, let’s do it this way. Whatever your eyes like, I will pick it for you."

"How can you tell?" Violet asked, dropping the shopping bags from the other shops and staring at her. Jack came for the bags to free their hands, wondering why women could shop so much.

From the look on their faces, they were going to shop some more.

"Like the way you are staring at that perfume? We are taking it."

She was already on her way to do as said when Violet restricted her. "Look, I’m rich, but I don’t waste money like this."

Joanna was holding herself back from spilling the beans. "This is not waste. It’s a necessity."

Violet shook her head, pressing her finger on Joanna’s forehead to check her temperature, in case she was having a fever.

"Joan, are you alright? Your behavior is odd."

Joanna smiled proudly, her head held high. "I’m very fine. I didn’t mean to tell you this, but you seem to genuinely care."

They hadn’t known each other for long, but she could tell that Violet would not betray her one day. The girl was so real and transparent like an open book.

"I do. You are the kind of girl I wanted to be, but I was already rotten by nineteen because of bad friends. That’s why I cut them off. But you, you bring out the good girl in me," Violet said honestly.

She couldn’t wait until her eighteenth birthday to propose to her first crush. He rejected her, but that did not stop her from trying again when she was eighteen. The relationship didn’t last, and neither did the others that followed, including the ones where the man was the first to propose.

"I’m glad, and I will never forget how you stood up for me." Joanna’s voice was filled with emotion as she recalled how Violet broke up with Logan because of her.

"That’s what women should do. It’s nothing," Violet shrugged. Joanna took a deep breath, leaned in, and revealed in a whisper.

"Alex said he’ll never have time for me, and the only thing I’ll get is his money."

"Oh," Violet gasped, air beginning to fill her lungs from anger. The nerve of that man. "Then you better spend it. You know what, I changed my mind. I wanna shop for more, but are you sure your car can take it?" She asked. Joanna laughed.

This was the Violet she was expecting to see, and she was glad they were in sync with each other.

"We can rent a car or call a driver from home to bring another," Joanna exclaimed, unaware that Jack had already made that arrangement after sending the first and second batch of items into the car.

Wholeheartedly, Violet agreed this time. "I love that. Let’s go to the jewelry section. You need a more expensive one."

"Like how much?" Joanna asked, wondering if Violet was still going to settle for something economical.

"Ten million won’t be bad," Violet revealed. Joanna smiled excitedly.

"Now you are talking."

The two women continued to buy anything that caught their eyes as Violet asked casually. "I hope he’s receiving the alerts."

"I guess so." Joanna checked her phone and smiled. "He sent a message."

"Let’s read it." Violet drew close, her interest at its peak.

’I’ve received alerts of your purchases, and they are too cheap for the wedding. I figured you thought the card was limited, so I’ve transferred a hundred million to your bank account. You and your friend should shop some more.’

Their moods were instantly ruined. Violet was the first to speak. "I have to be honest with you, girl. All you can have is his money, but I’m tired of shopping."

Joanna had to agree. This was not what she expected. "I just wanted to teach him the value of money and to upset him a little."

Violet didn’t like her sour mood and thought of brightening it. "I think I have the perfect idea," she said with a smile, earning Joanna’s interest.

Violet whispered in her ear, and Joanna’s eyes went wild. "Are you sure?"

Another driver had come to take the first part of the items home, so Joanna and Violet sat comfortably in the back. Driving home, Jack froze when Violet mentioned their next destination.

"I’m sorry, but I have to inform the big boss first."

Chapter 35: Chapter 35 – My husband doesn’t care so why should you?

Alex was back at the office when his phone rang. Aiden had come to help him with the files involving Enzo since the other staff had closed for the day.

The files of his other identity had always been carefully encrypted, and with his assistant doing a good job, even though he had never seen him, Alex never worried much.

The name Salvadore Black was only coined in the heat of the moment when his men began to revolt on knowing who they worked for, instead of the ’Nameless boss’ Alex called himself before.

That nickname caused his men to lose some trust in him, but as soon as Salvadore Black was revealed, it made them feel like they were dealing with a real person, respecting the fact that their boss would never reveal himself.

The technological effectiveness of Team Salvadore was highly spoken of, as they were the team responsible for protecting their companies, families, and loved ones.

It was also the best way of dealing with his enemies without bringing any form of attack to himself or his family.

The protection the Kings enjoyed was all because of Alex’s fake identity as Salvadore Black. The men in that group were highly trained professionals, ready to give their lives at any time but bound by a common bond of never quitting the group.

"What is the problem?" Alex asked over the phone, not prepared for what he heard. Some people could reach him anytime, and Jack was one of them, as he was assigned to protect his contract wife.

The nervousness in Jack’s voice could not be hidden as he revealed, "Sir, Madam wants to go to the club with her friend."

Alex’s hand on the keyboard of his MacBook froze instantly. Anytime he felt like he had Joanna exactly where he wanted her, she would come up with something new.

"To do what?"

"I have no idea. I guess to have fun," Jack responded in the same nervous tone, Alex’s fingers balled together.

Why was it so hard for women to follow simple instructions? He already knew that Joanna wanted his attention, which he was not willing to give.

From the background, he could hear Joanna and Violet chit-chatting away, wondering if he made a mistake by allowing certain things.

Was Violet really a good influence, or was it Joan all along? A sigh escaped him.

"Alright. Take them to the club and watch them closely."

"Yes, sir."

Joan asked eagerly when the call ended, "What did he say?"

Something inside her wanted a negative answer, but that did not come. "He said it’s alright."

The smile on Joanna’s face froze, and Violet looked disappointed as well. If a man shows no resistance whatsoever to what his woman does, then it only means one thing, right? He doesn’t care for her.

"I think we should go home?" Violet suggested, depressed by Alex’s nonchalant behavior.

This was a test to see if he cared for Joanna even a little bit, but he seemed to have failed, or Joanna was just too expectant of something she would never get from him.

"No, let’s finish it," Joanna insisted with a new resolve, and Violet stared at her. "You are a married woman."

When she proposed it, she never planned to implement it, hoping that Alex would stop them, but things did not go as planned.

Overwhelmed by emotions, Joanna forced a smile. "My husband doesn’t care, so why should you?" Her level of sore emotions was so high that Violet could not talk her out of whatever was on her mind.

The drive was in silence, and it was getting late. Even though Joanna had work to do the next day, she could not help but desire to experience the club like Violet suggested.

"Luckily, it isn’t a weekend, so there won’t be a lot of people."

Joanna shrugged, never planning to have fun but just to get drunk a little or even more to pass a message. Or, could it be that Alex was not disturbed because he knew Violet was going to be with her?

"That’s nice. We can have a look and come back during the weekend," Joanna smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes.

Reaching the club’s car park, Joanna was quick to notice a familiar car with a man in a wheelchair in front of it, another man whom they knew as the driver stood beside him.

Warmth filled her heart as Violet smiled before stepping out of the car. "He cares after all. I almost developed hate for him."

"Same here," Joanna agreed but could not understand why Alex’s presence made her happy, even though he looked upset.

"You took longer than I expected." His voice was laced with a forced smile. "Want to go to the club? I hope you know how to dance very well."

Joanna could not help smiling. There was no way to pinpoint it, but maybe due to his protection of her for all the times they had been together. "Can you also dance?" Joanna asked teasingly. "Why are you here?"

Joanna did not want him to know how happy she was, just knowing that he cared. Alex responded with a stern expression. "To make it clear to you that a married woman doesn’t come to such places."

Joanna smiled brightly, liking this overly protective cripple. "I’m with my girlfriend."

Alex pursed his lips, coming up with an idea of how to teach her a very good lesson. "Do you drink?"

A frown contoured Joanna’s face, not understanding why he asked but replied truthfully. "Just red wine."

Alex nodded, confirming his suspicions. "You should try martini. Let’s go."

He pulled her by the hand a little too harshly, and she lost her balance, but that was exactly what Alex wanted, and guided her to his lap.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Joanna pressed her palm against his chest to restrict any closeness, stunned by how firm it was but that was when Alex’s fingers wrapped around her slender waist.

Since they were in public, they had to act married. Violet was finding it hard to hold in the laughter until they reached the bar.

Ike and Jack stayed back, amazed to see this side of their boss. Joanna had been wheeled to the bar with her butt on Alex’s lap, earning curious and stunned gazes from the customers through the bustling music as Alex requested,

"Twenty glasses of martini for the ladies."

Both Joanna and Violet’s eyes widened as Joanna tried to free herself from her crazy, crippled husband.

"What? Are you going to kill us?" She asked, and Violet lacked the words to speak when met with Alex’s daring glare, which locked with that of Joanna with a swipe of his head.

"You don’t have what it takes?" When the understanding hit home that Alex was not there to have fun with them but just to teach them a lesson, Joanna was smart enough to give up, something she would not have done if she had not known he was Alexander King.

"Fine, Alex, you won. I’m going home." She freed herself and stood up from his lap, Alex smirked and did not stop them.

Reaching the office, he was amazed by Aiden’s declaration.