chapter 606
"Still, I was genuinely trying to protect you moments ago, to make up for what I owed you."
''For what I owed you''?
Alexander owed her something?
It was then Charmine recalled what Rex said to her in that one night.
It was Alexander Walker...
So...
Alexander eyed her intently, his usually flirtatious eyes bearing a glint of guilt. "Five years ago, I went to Royal
Banquet Bar. When I walked past a room, I heard you hitting on the door wildly from the inside. I was going to send
you to the hospital, but you were drugged and kept on sticking on me, so being the normal guy that I am..."
His hoarse voice sounded somewhat guilty.
"I should’ve taken responsibility, but I found outter on that you''re a mission taken on by the Walker gang. The
Walker gang had to finish the mission, and we’re notorious for never failing. In order to keep the name of the
Walker gang, I had to send you back to the room..."
A surge of feelings mashed together welled in her chest.
So many things happened that night?
So she had to be a sacrifice made to maintain the Walker gang''s reputation?
She endured five years of pain, five years of ruined reputation because of what they did to her, and she
could not be with Anthony officially because of that horrendous scar.
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She hated ''this man'' for so long, yet he dared show up in such a nonchnt manner?
Charmine’s eyes turned cold and bitter as her fists balled tightly.
Alexander saw the hatred on her face and grabbed her wrist. "Charmine, the reason I try to get close to
you is merely trying to make up for it.
"Although the Walker gang was merelypleting the task, that Tiffany was the one responsible for it, I
was the one who ultimately hurt you. The Walker gangpleted a mission, yet we''ve ruined your
entire life. Please tell me what I can do to make you forgive me."
"Hah! Forgive you? Mr. Walker made it sound so easy. Why don''t I stab you and then tell you I''m
sorry?" Charmine''s hate-filled eyes were cold like the Tundra. 1
Out of the blue, Alexander handed her a fruit knife right away. "Yes, please go ahead."
That took Charmine aback.
''You better get out of my sight, and get as far away from me as possible! Otherwise, I won''t mind
destroying you entirely!”
She scoffed coldly as she pushed his hand away and turned to walk away.
Her gait was colder than usual, exuding an air of chilliness.
She had hated the man who ruined her entire life in the past five years.
She lost everything because of this man. She was kicked out of the family and gave birth to a stillborn,
and that became the biggest dent in her entire life.
Was Alexander that shameless that he thought he could just appear and make it up to her?
Did she need him to make up to her?
She only needed to destroy his entire family!
At the Jordan Group''s building.
When everyone saw Charmine walking in with her stone-cold face, everyone became extremely alert
and did not dare to speak a word.
Kay wanted to ask her what he should do with the assassinator, but even he had no courage to speak to her. With
that, he ced the assassinator on a lockdown.
Charmine closed the door shut upon entering the office, mind disconcerted with the maelstrom of thoughts.
It was bad enough that she had such a troubling nightmarest night. Anthony personally went to take care of
Annabel’s potential husband, and all of a sudden, Alexander appeared?
What could she do to Alexander to make herself feel better?
Her rage wanted her to destroy the Walker gang, but the one hint of rationale left in her told her that the Walker
gang was just executing their orders in order to make profits.
The executors did not bear too much responsibility.
However, this executor raped her, made her pregnant for ten months, gave birth to a stillborn, and ruined her
reputation... 3
With brows knitted tightly in tiredness, Charmine wanted to lean on a shoulder and take a rest, but one look at her
cold office hardened her gaze.
Sure, Anthony keeping his promise to solely deal with matters regarding Annabel was ideal when she was in a
good mood; it was a disy ofmitment to her.
Yet, in her troubled state and a change of thought, Anthony was out there helping another woman when she
neededfort or a shoulder to lean on!
If it was McKenzie or any other woman, Anthony would not make so much effort, and he would not do things
personally.
Annabel was never a simple existence to Anthony.
Suddenly, the need of a partner seemed like a luxurious desire to her. Was the rtionship between her and
Anthony worth all the struggles?