Chapter 15
Alexandra paused, her gaze shifting to the marriage certificate. No, we had no real connection. She gave a bitter smile. He thought the person in that sack was the thug who assaulted his wife. But it was… me inside.
Elizabeth Quinlan. Alexandra pointed at the woman. His legally wedded wife. And me… I’m just a joke.
Yrian finally understood the root of her obsession with the Sanchez Group. This wasn’t ordinary business rivalry–it was seething hatred.
So you’re going to ruin him. It wasn’t a question.
Alexandra walked to the window, moonlight stretching her shadow long across the floor.
I want him to taste what it’s like to lose everything. Her fingers traced the windowpane. His company, his reputation,
his…
Her voice cut off abruptly.
Yrian moved behind her, not touching, just a quiet presence.
He murmured, Revenge won’t bring you real peace.
Then what will Alexandra whirled around, dark fire burning in her eyes. Forgiveness Amnesia
She yanked her nightgown collar aside, revealing a vicious scar below her clavicle He did this with an iron rod! Nine- ty–nine strikes–he counted every one!
Yrian gently cradled her misshapen fingers. These scars… they shouldn’t define your life.
Alexandra didn’t answer, but Yrian felt the fabric over his chest grow damp.
Outside the window, the eastern sky was beginning to lighten. Yrian looked at Alexandra, who had finally calmed down in his arms, and made a decision.
Show me your plan, he said. Every detail.
Alexandra looked up, a flicker of surprise in her swollen, red eyes.
If this can help you truly let go and start over, Yrian said, wiping the tear stains from her face, I’ll help you.
Alexandra stood before the floor–to–ceiling window on the top floor of the A&N Group building, overlooking the en- tire city.
The glass reflected her figure. She held a glass of red wine between her fingers, the dark red liquid swirling gently,
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strikingly similar to the color of the blood she had lain in that day.
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The assistant knocked and entered, respectfully handing her a document. Ms. Norton, the Sanchez Group’s stock has dropped another 5%. The market generally disapproves of Hendrix’s recent decisions.
Alexandra took the document, a cold curve forming at the corner of her lips.
Good.
She flipped through the Sanchez Group’s latest financial report, her fingertip lightly tapping a specific line of figures.
To plug the financial hole left by Elizabeth’s previous embezzlement, Hendrix had already liquidated many of his per- sonal assets.
Keep dumping our Sanchez Group bonds. She closed the file, her voice steady.
The assistant hesitated But… if the Sanchez Group collapses too fast, we’ll lose part of our investment too.
Alexandra lifted her gaze, a sharp glint flashing in her eyes Doesn’t matter. I don’t care.
All she cared about was how Hendrix would lose everything he once held dear-
Just like everything she’d lost.
Sanchez Group Headquarters Hendrix stared rigidly at his computer screen. The stock prices plummeted relentlessly while shareholders‘ calls flooded in one after another. Unable to bear the relentless barrage, he hit mute.
Find out who’s pulling the strings behind the scenes, he said coldly to his assistant.
The assistant broke out in a cold sweat We’ve looked into it… The funds come from a cutting–edge investment firm in Switzerland. It has deep connections, and we can’t find the real controller for now.
Hendrix frowned, suddenly remembering something The company name
N&Y.
He murmured the name repeatedly, as if he’d figured something out, his pupils trembling slightly.
Alexandra.
His pupils constricted abruptly, his fingers unconsciously clenching the pen. Ink bled through the document.
Was it her
Had she come back
