Chapter 1132
Winford couldn't wait for Oliver any longer; he had to lead the team to infiltrate the warehouse first.
Oliver's voice crackled through the earpiece, warning him not to be rash. "Acting on impulse will get you killed," he cautioned.
"We'll go help Mr. Tudor first," Winford had his own plan.
Alexander was now trapped at the second line of defense, and he was probably more anxious than anyone else.
Making Alexander watch the TV to know Elizabeth's every move was no different from taking his life.
It had to be said, Valentin was indeed a gangster; he knew exactly how to make someone anxious.
Elizabeth and Esme were tied together, knowing exactly what kind of scene would interest everyone.
If only Elizabeth had been kidnapped, people might just feel angry. But if it was two women, both of whom had been with Alexander, people would feel both angry and intrigued!
Valentin said, "Mr. Tudor, how about I ask you two questions now?"
Alexander looked coldly at the people surrounding him.
They were all burly; Alexander could fight them, but they had guns in their pockets. Alexander didn't dare to act rashly.
These people had nothing to lose.
But Alexander still valued his life; he couldn't fight them.
"If Elizabeth and Esme fell into the water at the same time, who would you save?" Valentin squinted and smiled, clearly out of things to say but still wanting to talk.
Alexander cooperatively answered, "Elizabeth."
This made Esme's heart skip a beat.
She was really foolish; she had actually hoped for a moment that Alexander would say he would save her.
Alexander had shown her favoritism before, but that favoritism was long gone.
It was her dishonesty, her failure to cherish the warmth Alexander had given her.
But now that their relationship had come to this point, was it really only her fault?
"Then let me ask you, would you do anything for Elizabeth?" Valentin played with the remote control in his hand.
Alexander was really worried, worried that this madman might slip up.
"Yes," Alexander quickly answered.
Valentin laughed heartily, "Would you be willing to die?"
"Yes!" He answered this question with particular firmness, his voice even louder.
Elizabeth couldn't help but look at the tablet.
The tablet screen wasn't big, but she could see Alexander's face clearly.
He was really anxious, his face red, neck thick, sweat dripping down his cheeks.
Even in the cold weather, he was sweating.
"Mr. Tudor, how affectionate you've become. Where was all this devotion before?" Valentin's words cut like a knife, deliberately striking where it would hurt most.
"Alexander Tudor, you're truly pathetic. When Elizabeth was head over heels for you, you couldn't even spare her a glance!" Valentin let out a mocking laugh.
Alexander clenched his fists.
Just when Alexander couldn't bear it any longer, the TV signal was suddenly blocked.
Turning around, he saw Winford leading people in, and the people around Alexander had their throats slit in an instant.
Everyone was focused on watching Valentin and Alexander's conversation on TV, not noticing anyone coming from outside.
Winford and his team had come in unnoticed.
"You guys made it in?" Alexander was surprised.
Winford nodded, "We couldn't wait anymore. The police are here outside!"
"There are bombs," Alexander reminded Winford.
Winford nodded. "I know, don't worry, Atticus is here."
Atticus nodded from behind.
Atticus specialized in small weapons, including bombs; he could handle any bomb.
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