Chapter 210 Would Rather Die Than Submit
"My dad's got a thing for you and wants to marry you."
"What?" Aurora was floored, totally speechless. "Your dad? Seriously? How old is he? I haven't even agreed to anything. Plus, I don't even know what he looks like. He wants to marry me, but he's old enough to be my dad. What's he thinking?"
Aurora was beyond shocked. This father-daughter duo was something else. Sandra snatched John to be her husband, and now Alexander wanted to marry her. Was this some kind of joke?
Sandra's face darkened. "What, my dad likes you, and you think that's not a good thing? You don't want to marry him?"
Aurora smirked, "Are you that eager to call me mom?"
"You..." Sandra was fuming.
Just then, a guy with a scar on his lip walked in. "Ms. Johnson, Mr. Johnson asked me to bring Ms. White over."
Sandra waved her hand. "Take her over. By the way, where's John?"
"In the guest room," the guy said. "Mr. Johnson told Mr. Lewis to think it over carefully, and no one is allowed to enter."
Sandra frowned. "He refused my dad?"
The guy hesitated. "Yeah, Mr. Lewis would rather die than comply. He even said if he had to marry you, then he would..."
"Would what?" Sandra asked eagerly.
Aurora was also curious about how John had refused Alexander.
"He said he would rather castrate himself."
Aurora couldn't help but burst out laughing. She hadn't expected John to be so determined, willing to go as far as to castrate himself rather than marry Sandra.
Sandra's face turned extremely ugly, and she glared fiercely at Aurora.
Aurora immediately stopped laughing but couldn't help but chuckle, "Sorry, Ms. Johnson. It's just too funny."
Sandra, seething, said, "Take her to my dad. Let's see if you can still laugh."
"Yes, Ms. Johnson." The guy immediately took Aurora out of the iron cage.
Sandra leaned close to Aurora's ear and sneered, "By the way, a reminder, my dad has a bad temper and is particularly rough with women. All the women before you couldn't stand his abuse and committed suicide."
So he was a pervert. Aurora could only pray that John would get out quickly or that Lori and Ava would come soon. Otherwise, she was doomed.
After Aurora was taken away, Sandra checked the time and went to the kitchen, where the servant was cooking a late-night snack. Alexander had a habit of eating a late-night snack every night.
Seeing Sandra, the servant respectfully greeted her, "Ms. Johnson."
Taking a glance at the nearly finished snack in the pot, Sandra took out a packet of medicine. "Put this in later. Also, send an extra bowl to my dad's room and another to Mr. Lewis."
"Ms. Johnson, this..." The servant hesitated to take the medicine.
"What are you afraid of? It's not poison. Do you think I would kill my dad?" Sandra said, "This medicine is just to give my dad a little boost."
The servant understood. "Yes, Ms. Johnson."
The largest bedroom on the third floor was a display of extreme luxury. Rare treasures, each worth a fortune, filled the room. The bed was covered with dollar bills, the shelves were stacked with gold bars, and even the floor was layered with gold leaf. The entire room gleamed with a golden radiance.
Aurora's first impression of the room was one word: extravagant.
A middle-aged man in a suit stood by the bookshelf. He was carefully wiping an antique vase. Though Aurora had never seen Alexander, she guessed at a glance that this man was Alexander.
"Feel free to sit, don't be too formal," Alexander said, leaning towards Aurora as he lowered his head to polish the vase. "If you can tell me which era this vase in my hand is from, you can take any amount of money here."
Aurora glanced at the vase from a few feet away. It looked familiar, and she said calmly, "I'm not interested in money." She wasn't about to play along.
"It's the first time I've heard someone say that," Alexander said, intrigued. He looked up, and when he saw Aurora, a look of shock crossed his face.
Aurora recognized that look; she'd seen it on Hank's face before. She knew she resembled her mother, and since Alexander knew her mother, he must have mistaken her for her.
Seeing Aurora's face, Alexander got a bit excited. "What's your name?"
Aurora felt a bit exasperated. "This is funny. You captured me, and you don't know my name?"
She wasn't sure if Alexander had any grudges against her mother, so she didn't dare to say she was Wendy's daughter.
Alexander was quite handsome, maybe well-maintained, and didn't look that old. His features still showed how dashing he must have been in his youth.
"Quite sharp-tongued," Alexander said, placing the vase back on the shelf. "You're just a nobody, so I don't need to know your name. You do look good, no wonder you captivated John and troubled my two daughters."
"If I'm so insignificant, then Mr. Johnson, let me go. Look at you, you're old enough to be my dad. You can't seriously want to make me your wife and have your daughter call me mom, can you? That would be so awkward." Aurora seized every opportunity to try and leave.
"Let you go?" Alexander found it amusing. "No one who falls into my hands leaves safely. Besides, you're John's woman. Controlling you means controlling John's vulnerabilities. How could I let you go?"
Aurora had a look of sudden realization. "Oh, so The Shadow of Darkness organization relies on such despicable means to get where it is today."
"How dare you!" Alexander was furious.
Aurora sneered, "Angry? Did I hit the mark?"
Alexander suppressed his anger and said, "Look around, so much money. As long as you stay with me, you can take any of it."
"Mr. Johnson, let's be honest. What will it take for you to let me go? If you don't plan to let me go, then there's no need to talk. As for being your wife, that's absolutely impossible unless you kill me." Aurora was tired of wasting words with him.
Alexander stared at Aurora for a while, then suddenly laughed, "That tone, it's just like John's. I remember your name is Aurora, right? I'm getting more and more interested in you. I definitely will marry you."
Aurora gave a fake smile and said, "If you want to marry me, I'm afraid my mom will crawl out of her grave at midnight to have a chat with you."
"I built The Shadow of Darkness organization by stepping over thousands of corpses. I'm not afraid of the living, let alone the dead."
"Really?" Aurora sneered, deciding to take a gamble. "But what if that person is Wendy?"
"Wendy?" Alexander's face changed dramatically. He hadn't heard that name in many years. "What did you just say? Wendy? Who are you to Wendy?"
Aurora walked up to Alexander and picked up the vase he just polished from the shelf. "You just asked me which era this vase is from. It's a modern replica. If I'm not mistaken, my mom made it herself. Among all the antique treasures in this room, this is the only fake. You placed it here, so this vase must be very important to you."
Aurora paused and looked at the shocked Alexander, then said, "Or rather, the person who made this vase is very important to you."
"You're Wendy's daughter?" Alexander was visibly agitated. "How old are you? What year and month were you born?"
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