His Lordship Alexander Kane

"Befriend you?!" Amber's charming face slightly changed, feeling the pain in her hand, her lips slowly pursed. "I..." "I'll say it." Beside her, Alexander's gaze sank, reaching out to grasp Hansley's right wrist. His five fingers lightly pinched, then he calmly spoke, "Mister Mendoza, cooperation means friendship.

Today, we'll only discuss cooperation!" Hansley's wrist nearly broke, the pain making him grit his teeth. He tried to pull back his hand, screaming, "Let me go! You're just some stupid bodyguard! You dare to offend the esteemed heir of the Mendoza family, you're seeking death!" 'Some stupid bodyguard"? Alexander's expression remained unchanged, his palm still tightly holding Hansley's wrist, his voice indifferent, "Mister Mendoza, you seem to have

misunderstood. I am indeed a bodyguard, but I am not an ordinary one. I am the head of security of the New Chesire Group, and also one of the top executives of the group. All the details of this business negotiation have been entrusted to me by Miss Chesire." "Most importantly, Miss Chesire is the mother of my daughter and my lawful wife!" wife? Hansley stared blankly at Alexander, even forgetting the intense pain coming from his wrist, stunned on the spot.

Amber, such a perfect woman, had already been married? This ex-soldier in front of him, Alexander? Why would she marry such a waste, marry this little bodyguard? Compared to the heir of the Mendoza I family, he was just trash, an ant, a scum

What was more infuriating... Since Amber was already married and has a daughter, then this Amber must no longer be pure, she must be a worn-out shoe played by someone else! "Ah!" Another piercing pain, Hansley finally reacted a bit, his wrist still tightly held by Alexander, the pain making him writhe, "Let go, let me go... Raul!" Whoosh! Behind Hansley, the strongest bodyguard of the family, "Raul," without a moment of hesitation, his face suddenly turned ruthless. He directly drew out the alloy military knife inserted on the outer side of his thigh, swinging a snow -white blade light in the air, fiercely slashing down towards Alexander's arm.

and gently pulled the Mendoza, Hansley, forward just in line with the blade of

then embraced him tightly, wearing a

Mendoza, in my hometown customs, the closer the handshake, the warmer the welcome!" \ "Just now, you showed such enthusiasm towards my wife, sol responded with even greater warmth, Young Mister Mendoza. I hope there were no lapses in etiquette." Swish!

which felt like it was about to break. He then glanced

about what it means

Danie : .

you!" After massaging his wrist, Hansley pretended to be enthusiastic and