Chapter 1126
Alexander was brought to the center of the factory, with no further chance to go inside.
One of the warehouse doors was pushed open, revealing a television set inside, showing Elizabeth tied to a chair.
The lighting in the warehouse was yellowish, and Elizabeth frowned, looking gravely at the camera. Valentin stood next to Elizabeth, playing with a dagger in his hand.
Alexander couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety as he saw Valentin blocking the camera, his face magnified and exceptionally clear.
Valentin waved his hand at Alexander, "Mr. Tudor, can you see this?"
Alexander pressed his lips together, lowering his voice, "Let Elizabeth go."
"Let her go? That's impossible. But Mr. Tudor, let me tell you a secret!" Valentin laughed heartily, feeling thrilled.
Alexander frowned, unsure of what he was going to say.
Valentin should be able to see him, right?
Valentin tilted his head, looking provocatively at the camera, his tone dangerous, "Mr. Tudor, at exactly eleven o'clock tonight, I will broadcast live to the entire city."
"Broadcast what?" Alexander's brow furrowed instantly, a sense of dread rising in his chest.
"Of course, I'll be broadcasting me and her..." Valentin's gaze fell on Elizabeth, his eyes gradually becoming lecherous.
Alexander took a step forward, shouting, "If you dare touch her, just try it!"
"Mr. Tudor, she's with me now. You dare to make a move?" Valentin threatened Alexander.
He was the one in control; how could he let Alexander have the upper hand?
Alexander sneered, "Then let me tell you some bad news."
Alexander's brow furrowed, his thick eyelashes casting a shallow shadow under his eyes. He lowered his voice, reminding, "Valentin, you are surrounded."
Valentin squinted.
This was something Valentin had guessed.
After all, Alexander could find his location.
But so what?
They were just police officers.
Valentin didn't take the police seriously.
In a real fight, the police might not be a match for Valentin. The people Valentin brought from Dream City were all elites.
"The bad news is, it's not the police surrounding you." Alexander's lips curled up, as if he knew what Valentin was afraid of.
Valentin's eyes widened.
Not the police?
Alexander glanced at his luxury watch, tapping it gently with his finger. "You have ten minutes to let her go, or they're coming in. If you're planning to hold onto her..." His voice remained eerily calm. "I suggest you call your father right now and tell him to book a flight to Lisbun to collect your remains."
Valentin frowned, and compared to his earlier provocative arrogance, his expression now was much more serious.
Regarding Alexander, Valentin still had some personal concerns and fears.
When Alexander wasn't in front of Valentin, Valentin didn't think much of him.
But when Alexander appeared in front of Valentin, and Valentin looked at Alexander's cold face, he had to admit, there was a sense of oppression.
This sense of oppression was enough to make Valentin take a step back.
Alexander was indeed Alexander.
"But Mr. Tudor, I kidnapped Ms. Percy just to humiliate her. If you don't let me do anything, how can I be satisfied?"
Alexander smiled, a hint of indescribable amusement in his eyes.
Despite his perfectly calm tone, Alexander's words cut like ice, "Touch her—even a finger—and I'll end you."
Valentin's smirk vanished.
Elizabeth looked at Alexander's serious and gentle face on the tablet, something stirring deep within her.
She could feel that at this moment, Alexander was genuinely worried about her.
She could feel that Alexander truly loved her.
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