Chapter 223: Chapter 223: Uninvited Guests
The heavy double doors didn’t just swing open; they burst inward with a sharp crack as Alexander stepped into the grand parlor. He arrived exactly at the peak of the chaos, the echoing word—whore—still ringing off the polished marble walls.
Rachel’s jaw trembled with an ugly, crimson rage, her breath hitching at the sheer disrespect. Xavier stepped forward from the shadows of the room, his eyes turning cold as he moved toward Helen with an intensely threatening posture.
"How dare you insult Madame Rachel in her own home?" said Xavier, his voice dripping with venom as he closed the distance. "You will show proper respect, or I will personally—"
He never finished the sentence. Because he had stepped too close to the family line, Alexander launched a lightning-fast roundhouse kick straight at the side of his head. Xavier’s reflexes were unnaturally sharp for his age; he brought his forearm up instantly, blocking the strike with a heavy, dull thud.
Without dropping his foot to the floor, Alexander pivoted his hips and unleashed a second, fast spin-kick. Xavier anticipated the kinetic trajectory, ducking his head just beneath the whistling arc of the boot. Seizing the momentum, Alexander brought his leg high into the air, driving a brutal vertical axe-kick straight down toward the center of Xavier’s skull.
Xavier rapidly crossed his forearms in an X-shape above his head, catching the crushing downward force of the heel. With a sudden burst of hidden, dense muscle power, the butler flared his arms outward, shoving Alexander’s leg away and throwing him off balance backward.
Xavier didn’t waste a second. He surged forward, launching a lethal front snap-kick aimed directly at Alexander’s solar plexus. Alexander twisted his torso sideways in a tight, spinning evasion, the fabric of the butler’s trousers brushing past his shirt. As he completed the rotation, Alexander fired a straight right punch, but Xavier subtly tilted his head, letting the fist graze his cheek while simultaneously countering with a vicious left hook to the ribs.
Alexander took the blunt force of the rib shot without breaking his rhythm. In a split-second trade, he used the proximity to rain down a devastating, descending right hook that caught Xavier directly under the point of his chin.
The sheer kinetic impact lifted the older man slightly off his feet, sending him staggering three steps backward into a heavy mahogany display cabinet, rattling the crystal inside.
Alexander rolled his shoulders, a soft pop echoing from his vertebrae as he stretched his neck from side to side. His eyes locked onto the recovering butler with a mocking, lethal grin.
"Well, damn, old man," said Alexander, wiping a stray drop of sweat from his forehead. "For a guy who’s just the loyal little bitch of this whore, you’re actually not half bad..."
Xavier wiped a thick smear of dark blood from his mouth, his chest heaving as he stabilized his stance. Rachel’s face contorted into a mask of pure horror; she scrambled out of her armchair and rushed to his side, her voice trembling with grief.
"Are you alright, Xavier?" said Rachel, her tone instantly pivoting into sharp, shrill screeching as she glared at Alexander. "You piece of shit! You unfilial, goddamn brat! How dare you lay a finger on Xavier after everything he has sacrificed for this family?!"
While she screamed her lungs out, Alexander checked out of her direction. He turned his back on her, focusing on his aunt.
"Are you doing alright, Aunt Helen?" said Alexander, his voice calm, steady, and dismissing the old woman’s existence. "I hope this old dog didn’t lay a hand on you, or I’m going to have to physically end his life right here."
"Are you even listening to me, you miserable brat?!" shrieked Rachel, her face turning an ugly, bruised purple.
Alexander snapped his gaze back to her, his eyes turning into two freezing slits of malice. "Shut the fuck up, you old whore. I still haven’t forgiven you for fucking my father and causing my mother’s death, and now you’re looking for more trouble? Go straight to hell. Helen, Amy, go pack your bags right now. I’m taking you out of this place. You don’t need to spend another second enduring the presence of a bitch like this."
Rachel choked on her own breath, her entire body freezing as she swallowed her boiling fury. She opened her mouth to shout back, but the words died in her throat. Deep down, the truth of Alexander’s words cut through her aristocratic shield; she knew exactly what she had done. She had destroyed her own bloodline, and despite all the vast wealth, influence, and corporate power she held, she had never been able to buy back a single shred of peace or respect.
Xavier pushed himself off the mahogany cabinet, his posture re-tightening as he stepped in front of Rachel. "You better start showing Madame the respect she deserves right now, or—"
"Or what, you loyal little bitch?" mocked Alexander, stepping forward with a lethal grin. "Are you going to make me? Come on. I know exactly what you did, Xavier. You were the one who went running to my mother with every disgusting detail just to make her suffer. I’ve been waiting a very long time to settle this specific debt with you anyway."
Without waiting for the butler to reply, Alexander exploded forward, launching a spectacular, soaring crane kick. Xavier scrambled to slip the trajectory, but he wasn’t fast enough this time; the heavy sole of Alexander’s boot slammed violently against his shoulder frame. Still suspended in mid-air, Alexander used the impact to pivot his weight, throwing a straight kick directly at the butler’s face. Xavier desperately yanked his head backward, but the edge of the boot raked sharply across his eye socket, tearing the flesh of his eyebrow open and sending a spray of fresh crimson into the air.
Alexander followed up instantly upon landing, unleashing a brutal, rapid-fire flurry of dense punches that forced Xavier into a desperate, breaking guard.
Bang!
