Chapter 9 Kneeling On A Washboard

"Beep beep!"

Jared Xavier could hear the sound of a car unlocking.

He was shocked. Isla Sullivan looked baffled as well.

Neither of them expected that not only did Alex Cohen own a car, but it was a luxury car as well.

Tap!

Alex tapped on Isla’s shoulder and reminded her.

"What are you waiting for? Get in the car!"

Isla quickly got into the car.

Alex saw that his car was slightly blocked by Jared’s Range Rover that was parked diagonally, so he said to Jared, "Can you move your car forward by a bit...or just close your side mirrors."

Jared said with a glare, "Aren't you pretty awesome? If you're so capable, just fly over!"

"Are you sure you don’t want to cooperate?"

"Sure, I’m sure. Sure as hell!"

"Then f*ck you!"

Alex fly kicked the Range Rover's side mirror.

Isla was stunned.

Jared, however, was furious. The damage to his beloved car was secondary. It was mainly because his pride was overshadowed by Alex Cohen, who had always been invisible to him. Jared, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, had never suffered such a loss! The more I thought about it, the more infuriated he became. He strode over to Alex in a few steps and gave him a hard shove.

As a result, Alex was barely moved but he still took two steps back and stood firm.

Alex Cohen had followed his dad, Francis Cohen, to do farm work since he was young, thus he had developed a good physique.

On the other hand, a skinny bamboo pole like Jared, who grew up in a cozy home, was hands-down a sore loser.

Alex, who had strong confidence over Jared, cracked his neck and said, "A piece of trash like you wants to fight me? You have no self-respect. Go home and drink some milk!"

Jared's teeth chattered in anger as he pointed at Alex and shouted, "Don't run away if you have the guts!"

"You think everyone's as free as you?”

Alex turned around and got into the car. He poked his head out the window and yelled at Jared, who was standing in front of the car, refusing to move an inch.

"Haven't you heard that a good dog doesn't block the road? Get out of the way!"

"You’re the dog! Cohen, come down now and kowtow to me as compensation. Otherwise, you can't f*cking leave here!"

"Compensate your *ss! Jared Xavier, you brought this on yourself!"

Alex smiled coldly and honked his horn.

The sound of the car horn was already loud, and in an enclosed space like the basement parking lot, it was even more ear-piercing.

Moreover, Jared was right in front of the car, and he felt that his eardrums were about to be ruptured by the uninterrupted loud honking sound. His head was buzzing and his ears were ringing, so he instinctively covered his ears and jumped to the side.

Alex stepped on the gas pedal and took the opportunity to drive away.

Jared was so furious that his face and neck burned red. He did not manage to block the Lamborghini and wanted to chase them. However, he was sure he could not catch up but he just could not let this go. When his hearing recovered after a while, he took out his phone and dialed a number. He ordered, “Chase Lucas! Didn’t I ask you to arrange for someone to teach Alex Cohen a lesson? I even paid you already, so why is there still no action? Hurry up…”

On the other side, Isla sat in the passenger seat and intentionally stole a few more glances at Alex.

The main reason was that she did not expect that Alex was not only rich but also had a different aura from before.

Not to mention, Alex's behavior just now was quite manly. He seemed to have torn off his "cowardly" mask.

After this incident, Isla’s attitude towards Alex changed a little.

However, she did not forget her original intentions and asked, "Alex, where did you get the money?"

Alex casually replied, "It's from my family."

"Isn't your father a farmer? Where did he get so much money? Do you have any other family besides your father?"

"I'll be honest with you, my old home is being demolished."

Alex did not want to talk anymore about it, so he changed the subject after a couple of perfunctory replies.

"Isla, I only kicked Jared’s car to get you out of there. According to our agreement, we only have a partnership and not a personal friendship, so everything was done on an official basis. If Jared Xavier makes a claim, you'll have to reimburse me in full…”

“How in the world could there be such a cheap man like you?"

Isla rolled her eyes. The little bit of good impression she had of Alex instantly dissipated.

Alex habitually ignored Isla’s eye-roll. He was happy to be silent and did not say anything more.

After they arrived at the Golden Stone Advertising Agency, Alex followed Isla into the office. As soon as he settled down in the guest waiting area, Isla's best friend-cum-assistant, Cynthia Walker, came in.

"Director Sullivan, the President is asking for you to meet him at his office first thing after you arrive. There should be something urgent for you."

"I'll be right over. Please help me sort out the business reports on my desk."

Isla put her bag down and immediately went out.

Alex felt a little awkward. He was not clear if Cynthia Walker had not seen him or had deliberately ignored him. He figured that perhaps she did not glance over to the waiting area after she entered the office. He was about to take the initiative to say hello to Cynthia, but he was distracted by a captivating scene and just swallowed his words along with a mouthful of saliva.

Cynthia was dressed professionally. She wore a short blue skirt and a white shirt with nude stockings. From the length of her clothes, they were just the perfect fit.

At that moment, she was standing in front of the desk sorting out reports and leaned forward in a provocative position.

Alex, as a man who was normal in all aspects and still had strong needs in certain areas, had little to no resistance to her kind of posture. He ogled for a few seconds and could not help but gulped. If it was not for the fact that he was forced to strengthen his self-control after living with Isla for a few months, he might have gone down the path of crime by now.

Unfortunately, the good times were short-lived.

Cynthia unintentionally saw Alex's figure vaguely from the reflective surface of a metal decoration on the desk and froze in shock. She came back to her senses quickly and widened her eyes to look carefully only to see Alex there. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief and soothed her chest to calm herself. She said angrily, "Son of a b*tch! Are you trying to scare me to death?"

Alex was speechless.

"Who wants to scare you? I came in here with Lala, and you were the one who didn't see me, so who can you blame?"

"Is Lala how you’re supposed to address her? Alex Cohen, you don't really think of yourself as Director Sullivan's husband, do you?"

"Hiss...you know about my relationship with her?"

"Of course."

"Who else knows besides you?"

"Are you stupid? Why would she tell anyone else about something so secretive? I'm the only one who knows!"

Cynthia puffed out her chest and appeared very proud of herself.

Alex’s face suddenly sank. He got up, quickly rushed over to Cynthia, and stood less than 30 cm away from her. He asked, "That little blue pill, did you give it to her?"

"It's...not…”

Cynthia was a bit taken aback by Alex's piercing glare and did not know what to say. Subconsciously, she wanted to move back, but the desk was in her way, so she could only move sideways.

Alex stretched out his hands on the desk and blocked Cynthia from moving. He said sternly, "I’m warning you. Don't give her any more of this stuff in the future. The medicine you gave her last time is strictly controlled by the state. It’s not something you can just give to others!"

"Who do you think you are? How dare you shout at me? Do you believe that with just one word from me, you'll be kneeling on a washboard when you get home? Get the hell out of here!"

Cynthia said this and pushed Alex a few times, but she could not shake him away with that little strength of hers.

She rolled her eyes and suddenly raised her right knee, with the intention to attack Alex's crotch.

Alex had expected her to do this. He did not even look and used his hand to press down and grabbed her right thigh with accuracy. He then leaned forward and zeroed in on her.

"Son of a b*tch, you…”

Cynthia’s forehead was sweating as she realized she was unable to resist and unable to escape. She asked urgently, "What do you want?"

"My request is simple. As I've just said, don't interfere in my business with her again."

"Okay, okay! I promise!"

"At least you know better!"

Alex was not being aggressive.

He had just reluctantly retracted his hand that was on Cynthia’s thigh when the door was pushed open and Isla stepped in.

Right after her, Xena Sanders also came in!

The 4 of them were all dumbfounded, especially Alex, who was still on top of Cynthia.

The moment he locked eyes with Xena Sanders, time seemed to stand still...