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* 2nd * Chapter 381 : He’s not worth it.
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2025-10-14 01:08:39Alexander immediately ordered his men to pull up the surveillance footage from the building. But every file was gone—cleanly erased, not even a digital shadow left behind.
He tightened his jaw, his voice cutting through the room like a blade. “Check every camera around E.A. Corporation. Every street, every blind spot. I want to know where she is.”
Within minutes, his team scattered, working in silence, their faces tense.
When the footage finally came back, Alexander’s blood ran cold.There she was—Serena—being dragged into a car.
And the man behind it was Edmund Whitehall.His knuckles whitened as he gripped the edge of the desk. Then, without a word, he grabbed his keys and bolted.
The night was heavy with mist when Alexander’s car tore through the streets of New York. The low hum of the engine roared into a snarl as he sped toward the riverbank, tires screeching against the asphalt. His face was set like stone, his knuckles clenched aro
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