Chapter 195 - MCIW [04] THE PRESENT
[Three years after]
"Mr. Alexander your wife—Alexandria is gone—she ran off with one of her lovers!"
Lucas Nicholas, the CEO of the gigantic Alexander Empire didn't even budge. He didn't even bother to look at Thompson, the Security Head standing behind his back, impatiently tapping well-polished shoes on the marbled floor, and repeatedly wiping off a white handkerchief across his glistening forehead.
"What car did she use?" He asked coldly, face lacking with emotion as he stared at the beautiful hue of golden liquid swirling inside the glass he's holding, finding it more interesting compare to learning that the unfaithful bit*ch finally decided to run off with one of her lovers.
"Y-your m-most treasured car Sir."
That finally caught his attention.
"Your favorite BMW." Thompsom added in complete detail, the hand clutching the handkerchief trembled with apprehension.
"Damn." Lucas cursed under his breath and poured the contents of brandy into his mouth until the glass was empty. The warm liquid slithering down his throat did not help ease his glum mood.
"Damn." He repeated. Long slender fingers brushed across his sleek midnight hair.
She could take any other car she wanted and he wouldn't give a damn but the car was a gift from his mother and it has sentimental value that money couldn't buy.
In a split second, after finishing the contents of the glass, he placed it on top of the table then tore his gaze away from the picturesque star-studded sky of the balcony and whirled towards his loyal staff.
"It's all my fault. I'm sorry I wasn't able to stop them." Thompson said, his face twisting in anguish and he lifted the handkerchief across his forehead for the umpteenth time —a nasty habit he acquired whenever he's extremely nervous.
Thompson was a dignified man in his early forties, with a tall bulky frame. He had been working for his family since he's eighteen. He was a hard-working and diligent man. Above all, he was like a father figure he wished he had. Thompson genuinely cared for him more than his real father—Trevor Alexander ever did when he was still alive.
"It's not your fault. Everyone knew that one day Alexandria would leave me for another man. No one could have stopped her, not even me." Lucas stated. The mask of coldness on his face could have surpassed the marbled statue of Ares, the great god of war, standing on the balcony of his room.
He walked past Thompson who was still uneasy as if something else was bothering him. He strode out of his room and briskly made his way to Alexandria's room while Thompson quietly trailed behind him like a ghost.
When he reached his wife's room he reached for the knob only to discover it was locked. Thompson noisily fumbled with the set of keys in his hand until he found the right key and extended it to him so he could unlock the door.
"I want you to check on Niall ." He said while he inserted the key into the hole. "Make sure that he would never know that his mother left him and ran off with another man." He added an edge of steel in his tone and shifted his attention in front of him. He turned the key. There was a soft click.
"I will Sir," Thompson said, slightly bowing his head before walking away. His retreating step echoed in the hallway until it faded to the distance.
Lucas pushed the door open and turned the lights on exposing a spacious room with high ceilings and pink floral walls.
The first thing that came to his view was the wide-open cabinets with half of the contents missing.
He swiftly moved inside the room and went straight to the dresser where a box filled with expensive pieces of jewelry once stood but now the box, including the items inside were missing. It confirmed his initial assumption—Alexandria ran away and took off some of his money and valuables with her.
The folded paper pressed underneath a set of hairbrushes cut through his thoughts. A deep frown etched on his temples as he slowly picked it up and opened its contents. Alexandria's handwriting came into view.
He sucked in a deep breath before reading her message.
I never loved you, Lucas. I never once loved you. I married you for the luxury and extravagance you could provide. And now I'm tired of the life you have to offer, I decided to escape from the prison you call home. I'm never coming back, Lucas. Don't come after me. It's too late. I brought Niall with me.
The rage bubbling inside him turned into a volcanic blast. He grabbed the first thing he picked from the top of the dresser and hurled it across the floor in fury. Broken shards of glass lay scattered on the floor like tiny constellations.
"Damn you Alexandria! I will never forgive you for this." His voice thundered across the room. Anguish marred his once calm expression.
"Sir Niall's not in his room—" Thompson emerged from the door. Agitation made his face ten years older than his real age. He froze when his gaze shifted to the clutter on the floor as realization finally sunk in.
"That cunning witch just brought my son with her so she has something to use against me!" Lucas growled fist curled into tight balls on his side. He crumpled the piece of paper until it was pressed into an extremely small ball.
He marched to the door and walked past his loyal staff who fell into unending silence.
"Send the guests home." He ordered, recalling that the party inside the mansion was still underway.
Thompson stared at him in shock.
"But the guests…. They just arrived." He explained without sounding as if he was objecting to his master.
"There's no wedding anniversary to celebrate anymore. I want to rest now." He said with implacable authority. "Order your men to hunt Alexandria. I wanted my son back."
Thompson opened his mouth as if to argue but suddenly changed his mind and closed it again. "As you wish Sir." He said with resignation.
Lucas heard the Security Head sigh heavily before he flung the door close then retreated to the darkness of his room and slammed the door shut.