“Impossible!

“How did he do it?”

Emma Assex cried out in surprise, unable to accept what had happened. This was never supposed to happen! Things should have turned out the other way!

Alex Rockefeller knocked out the groaning bodyguard with a kick and looked at Emma condescendingly with a smirk on his face.

“So these are the strong and powerful fighters you hired? Gosh, are you sure they’re not from the film studio? I wonder if the Assexes are too strapped for cash to hire actual fighters after losing the opportunity to work with Waylon Realty?”

He was humorous, assertive, and dominant.

Madame Joanne and the rest watched on in fear.

Beatrice Assex was shaken up, though she started to think that Alex looked like Mask, her secret lover.

‘No, no, it can’t be! Mask is from the authorities. It can’t be him!’ she shook her head.

“Outrageous!”

Madame Joanne trembled in anger. After spending so much money hiring the fighters, they turned out to be complete weaklings. She glared at