Chapter 395 All for Elizabeth
Gavin's voice came through the phone, "Mr. Windsor, I just spotted her. I'm going after her immediately—I'll catch her this time."
Alexander glanced at Elizabeth.
"What's wrong, Alexander?" Elizabeth asked.
Alexander shook his head. "Nothing." He hung up.
At that very moment, Gavin sat in his car, eyes locked on the homeless woman. Her clothes hung in tatters, her long hair matted into filthy clumps that obscured most of her face. All Gavin could see beneath that grimy curtain were her eyes—fixed intently on the nightclub entrance with such focus that he half-expected her to charge inside at any second.
Taking advantage of her distraction, Gavin yanked open his car door and sprinted toward her. But the woman's reflexes were startling—she sensed his approach the moment he emerged from the vehicle. Before he could reach her, she bolted, weaving recklessly through traffic without any regard for the speeding cars. Miraculously, she avoided being hit.
Gavin didn't dare follow. The woman's identity was too crucial—he couldn't risk her getting hurt. If anything happened to her, Alexander wouldn't need to kill him; he'd do it himself out of shame.
After the light changed, Gavin crossed to the underpass, searching every inch of space. Once again, she had vanished without a trace. Where could she have gone? The traffic light cycle was only thirty seconds, and from her appearance, she didn't seem young—so how did she always escape so quickly?
Baffled, Gavin stood beneath the overpass and called out to the empty air: "If you're somewhere nearby, I want you to know that Ms. Spencer is doing well. Mr. Windsor treats her wonderfully, and they have a daughter together."
He paused, scanning the shadows around him. After several minutes of silence, he added: "I hope you can hear this—they're living happily. You can rest assured."
With that, Gavin left, harboring no real hope that his words had reached anyone.
What he didn't know was that minutes after his departure, a figure emerged from an inconspicuous drainage pipe beneath the overpass. The person whispered to themselves, "Is it true? Are you telling the truth?"
No one was there to answer. Gavin had already returned to his car—his primary duty was protecting Alexander's family, and he couldn't stay away too long.
From his vehicle, Gavin called Alexander, who answered immediately: "Well?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Windsor," Gavin said apologetically. "She got away again."
"Understood." Alexander hung up and looked up to find Elizabeth watching him.
"What's going on? You're getting a lot of calls tonight," Elizabeth observed.
"Company business," Alexander replied.
"Don't overwork yourself. Money isn't everything—your health matters more," Elizabeth said with gentle concern.
Calvin, who had been listening, suddenly interjected with his characteristic bluntness: "I don't think we need to order food anymore—I'm already full."
"What do you mean, Mr. Savoy!" Alice protested indignantly. "I'm still hungry! How can you be full when you haven't eaten anything either?"
Calvin reached over and pinched Alice's little nose. "I haven't eaten, but I'm stuffed from watching your parents' lovey-dovey atmosphere! Can't stomach another bite!"
Then he declared dramatically, "I want a daughter!"
"What?" Alice blinked in confusion.
"No—I want two daughters! One might not be enough to handle Alice!" Calvin glared at Alexander with mock ferocity.
Alexander let out a cold laugh. "You could have three and still wouldn't be able to handle Alice."
"You—"
Alexander maintained his deadpan expression, pointedly avoiding Calvin's gaze. The others struggled to suppress their laughter.
"I'm going to steal Alice and raise her as my own daughter!"
"No! I only want my mommy and daddy!" Alice immediately buried herself in Alexander's arms.
"I'll buy you lots of beautiful clothes," Calvin tempted.
"No!"
"I'll buy you a castle!"
"No!"
"I'll buy you every toy in the world!"
"I'll purchase an entire city for you and name it after you! I bet your father would never spend that much on you. See how much I'd spoil you?" Calvin was determined to win over this five-year-old.
"I don't want it! I just want my mommy and daddy—I'd even be a beggar with them!" Alice took Calvin's joke seriously, clinging tightly to Alexander's neck while reaching out to grasp Elizabeth's hand.
Alice's gesture touched everyone present. These four men had been through hell together—they knew Alexander better than anyone. People called him cold-blooded, heartless, incapable of love. Yet here they witnessed a devoted husband and father, completely absorbed in his family.
Elizabeth, too, had transformed. When they'd last seen her, she'd radiated an aloof, untouchable coldness. Now, while she remained naturally composed and spoke little, there was something different—when she made eye contact, her gaze held quiet confidence and gracious warmth. She possessed an undeniable presence.
No wonder Alexander had chosen her. In many ways, they were kindred spirits—both appeared cold on the surface but burned with hidden warmth. When two such people came together, they created something extraordinary.
Usually, once a man settled down with his family, his other ambitions took a back seat. So Gideon posed the question: "Alexander, now that you're so happy, do you still need to conquer Star Island?"
Their gathering tonight wasn't just about celebrating Alexander's reunited family—they were also here to discuss his plans for Star Island. All of them had been preparing for this operation.
As Gideon finished speaking, Caspian and Calvin turned expectantly toward Alexander. His response was swift and ruthless: "Absolutely. Because my wife's enemies are there."
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