Chapter 1503


    Alexander stared directly at Drake with a faint smile.


    Drake opened the door to wee him inside, and Alexander’s expression turnedplex as he


    surveyed the grand surroundings. It was a ce adorned with gold, and it struck Alexander as


    improbable that Drake now resided there.


    Alexander grinned slyly. Did he truly deserve this?


    “Why are you here?” Drake prodded him curtly from behind. “Shouldn’t you be in school right now?”


    Alexander turned to face him, his tone indifferent. “I wanted to see you, so I came.”


    “See me?” Drake felt surprised.


    “When has a kid like you ever thought about his old man?” Drake’s words were oddly urate. Who


    would think about a father who only knew how to inflict pain?


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    “Let me be direct so you can get back to your drinking.” Alexander observed the bottle in Drake’s hand


    and then eyed his pocket with a cunning glint. “I’ve got it all figured out!”


    “What?”


    “I saw that woman giving you money.”


    Drake panicked, trying to muffle his words, but Alexander swiftly sidestepped.


    “I saw and heard everything! Did you think no one was around?” Alexander stated.


    “You little troublemaker, stop talking nonsense!” Drake was furious and flustered. He recalled Bianca’s


    warning—he couldn’t let a word slip.


    “I’m not spouting nonsense.” Alexander remained surprisinglyposed. “You and that woman are up


    to no good with my sister.”


    “You—”


    “Do you want me to keep quiet, dad?”


    “Huh?” Drake was bewildered. “What are you getting at?”


    “This is a sensitive matter, and you can’t let it out.” Alexander spoke slowly, emphasizing each word. “I


    can keep my lips sealed—just slip me some cash.”


    Drake snorted.


    Alexander had noticed Bianca had just handed Drake a substantial sum of money. He had only seen


    this because he was at a distance and hadn’t overheard their conversation. He had concocted the


    conspiracy against his sister in his own mind—he simply wanted some money.


    Drake owed him—and Lena.


    Alexander leaned against the door and shrugged like a young delinquent. “Dad, think about it. A bit of


    cash will keep me silent. If you don’t want to buy my silence, then keep worrying! I’ve made friends at


    school now. Who knows when I might casually mention your rendezvous with that woman…”


    “Fine, you little rascal!” Drake fished out some money and tossed it at Alexander, much like Bianca had


    done to him earlier. “Is that enough?!”


    Alexander had a vague understanding of money, but he knew these were high-denomination bills. It


    should be sufficient to treat his sister to a nice meal!


    Alexander smiled and crumpled the bills into his pocket. Before departing, he turned around and


    continued to taunt Drake. “Dad, I’m your son. It’s only fair for me to ask for some cash! If I run out, I


    might pay another visit!”


    “You…” Drake removed his shoe and flung it at Alexander, but the quick teenager vanished without a


    trace.