บททั้งหมดของ Fated to the Cold and Ruthless CEO : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

A fierce fight began. Both of them were strong, but Alex gained the upper hand in the entire fight, given that he was well-trained in martial arts. Even in gun shooting, he was very sharp and could hit the bull's eye without looking at the target. His punches and kicks were so powerful that his opponent was sent flying a meter away from him every time. The detective's fist didn’t have a chance to land on Alex's body. He was beaten badly until he couldn't stand anymore. The man groaned heavily while lying on the ground after a fierce one-on-one fight for nearly half an hour. Alex stepped on his chest while holding a shiny pistol in his right hand. "You dared to challenge me to a fight when you can't even handle a single blow? What a shame," Alex sneered coldly. The detective had severe injuries all over his body, but he still laughed at him in his weak state and said in a wimpish voice, "I am so honored to have a head-to-head fight with the powerful Mr. Harris. The rumors ar

Eve was awakened when she felt her back being covered by a warm and solid body. Alex was hugging her tightly in his arms, his head burrowed in the crook of her neck. Her nostrils were filled with his cool scent and a faint smell of wine. She wanted to get out of his embrace, but he held her tightly."Let me hug you for a while," he uttered in a hoarse voice.Eve was a bit baffled by his strange behavior. She could sense that something was not right with him. He was drunk!"What's wrong? You said you would be meeting your business associates. Why did you end up drunk?" she asked him, though her tone was more like scolding."It's hard to refuse them," he grunted in response."Do they even dare to force the overbearing Mr. Harris?" She rolled her eyes at him.Alex just chuckled at her statement and gave a light bite on her skin. "My wife really cares about me."Eve pushed him away slightly, only to see his wide grin at her. His eyes were a bit glazed, and his once neat short hair was in

John had been away for two days when Alex gave him an important task. When he came back, he already brought some pieces of information about the detective guy's real identity."Mr. Harris," John greeted when he entered Alex's office."What's up?" Alex asked right away."I have already gathered all the information about that man's identity. And I accidentally discovered something about him. Take a look for yourself."John handed him a thick folder before he took a seat on the chair in front of his desk.He carefully browsed the man's profile. The guy's name is Garry Marshall, also known as Detective Marlow. He used to be an assassin from an underground guild. But he left the group many years ago, stayed low-profile, and worked as a private detective in a small firm. But what shocked Alex the most was the photo of a woman carrying a five-year-old boy in her arms, together with his late grandpa."This is my grandfather," he pointed at the photo."The woman in the photo was Garry's mother

There was a small gathering at the Carsons' house, which was personally prepared by Ellie and her son. They didn’t have any other visitors except for Evie’s friends, so they only made a simple dinner intended for them.Eve and Alex arrived first at their house, and each of them brought gifts for the two celebrants. However, Eve had no idea what Alex had bought for them. As soon as they got out of the car, she could already see her mother and Perry waving at them from the doorstep. A wide smile spread across her face as they walked toward the house."Mom, Perry!" she called out happily."Happiest birthday to the two of you! I got your favorite cake!" She greeted them enthusiastically while pushing the things in her hands toward Alex so she could hug both of them. He humbly took them, giving her ample time to have a moment with her loved ones, and it was such a rare transformation of Alex."I’ve missed you so much!" Ellie hugged her tightly."Me too," she responded."What about me?" P

The Spring Flower Festival was in full bloom in the heart of the southern district, where the grand temple stood. The air was filled with the scent of fresh blossoms, the laughter of children, and the lively chatter of festival-goers. Alex and Eve’s family arrived early because they wanted to uphold the Carson family’s cherished tradition of offering prayers at the temple before distributing white lotus flowers to strangers while wishing them good fortune.The white lotus had long been a symbol of purity, spiritual enlightenment, and rebirth, and it was a flower deeply treasured by Mrs. Brookes, Eve’s late grandmother. For years, the Carson's had honored her memory through this simple yet meaningful act. As Eve strolled through the familiar festival grounds, a distant memory resurfaced, which was a moment from ten years ago in this very place. She recalled a young man standing alone in an alley near the park while being detached from the joyful celebration around him. He had looked s