Bab 24: Are you Angry?

Rising from her seat with a smile, Alexandra approached him.

"What's going through that head of yours, brother?" she asked, clearly ticked off. "You didn't answer my question."

"I-"

Mr. Petrov parted his lips to speak, but an unexpected kick to his groin forced him down on his knees.

"Right there is where you speak to me from," Alexandra said, grinning. "You forget too much and it's starting to irritate me, brother."

Mr. Petrov's body trembled in horrible pain, and his hands clenched, almost as if he were trying to grab onto the floor. Curvy lines of veins popped up on his neck, and he groaned under his breath, enduring the pain.

"Hmm, always as tough as I remember," Alexandra hummed, her gray eyes stretching as she smiled. "How is the auction coming up?"

"We are…" Mr. Petrov sucked in a shaky breath. "We are well prepared for it." He wasn't looking at Alexandra's face, but he could tell she was smirking.

Bitch! It took an immense amount of self-control for him not to spit in her face.

"Are you angry?" Alexandra asked with a playful tone and matched his hand with her right heel.

She twisted her heel, making sure to deepen the assault and inflict even more pain. "I hope you're not. It will make my fragile heart sad. I don't want to see my older brother angry with me. After all, you're the only one I have left."

Mr. Petrov's eyes turned bloodshot in rage, pain, and hatred. The only thing stopping him from killing her was the bodyguards hidden in the shadows within the enormous office.

If he dared, it would only take one or two bullets to finish him off.

So instead, he lifted his head to look at her with a blank expression. "I would never be mad at you." Crazy woman, he thought.

Alexandra's face brightened up immediately, a huge smile playing on her lips. "Good. I don't want anything to go wrong at the auction. If things go downhill, I will never forgive you. I'll punish you, brother, really, really badly." All this she was saying with a charming smile, enough to make a child accept candy from her.

"I know." Mr. Petrov nodded.

Alexandra knelt in front of him and began to caress his slightly gray hair with a sadistic smile evident on her face. Very slowly, she glided her hand down his throat before securing a firm grip on it.

"You know, I haven't asked about that little pretty thing you have in the family mansion. How are you dealing with her? What about the file? Have you retrieved the PTVs777?" she asked as her free hand moved into the pocket of her suit jacket.

Mr. Petrov's eyes shifted to her hand, and he tried to respond despite having a hard time breathing. "I'm trying to figure out a way to deal with-"

"Trying?" Alexandra's brow arched in sudden irritation at that word. "Brother, you know that USB holds my name in it and everything concerning me. It doesn't look like she has opened that file, but if she does, she would find out about me, and just like that, boom! Everyone will know."

"That is not what I want at all." She shook her head and pulled her hand out, only for Mr. Petrov's eyes to dilate for a split second.

There was a knife in her grip. It was a sharp one, and he knew it was meant for him.

Mr. Petrov swallowed hard. "I know that. I'll do something about it, so just give me a little time," he quickly said with a slight plea in his tone.

Alexandra was someone who enjoyed the pain of hurting people and he knew that her pulling out that knife from her pocket was no good call for him.

Every single crime he'd ever committed was ordered by her, including killing Adeline's parents.

She was Adeline's true enemy, not even him. He and his son were nothing more than mere pawns in her game. The smarter ones.

"You know, I like that girl," Alexandra suddenly said, pressing the knife against Mr. Petrov's neck. "I would have molded her myself had she been on our side. I'd love to break her, but alas, she's hates us."

"So…" The knife tore skin, piercing deeper into Mr. Petrov's flesh. "Do something about her before I lose my mind." She watched as blood began to trickle down his throat.

"Yes, boss." Mr. Petrov endured the slow, agonizing pain, his eyes burning with hostility.

Alexandra patted his cheek, her smile stretching from ear to ear. "Good, good."

She stood up to her feet and laughed, before her amused expression vanished in an instant.

"Get out!"

Mr. Petrov quickly stood up from the floor and rushed out of the office. He slammed the door shut and rested his back against it, his chest rising and falling in heavy breathing.

Blood was still dripping down his neck, tainting his suit, but he completely ignored it. For a moment there, he seriously thought he was going to die. It was not entirely impossible, considering how psychopathic that woman was.

A deep breath fled his nose, and he loosened his tie, giving himself more space to breathe. Soon, he will have to figure out a way to make Adeline spill the location of the file.

He will have to force her, one way or another, even if it meant going to much more extreme measures than he already had.

She'll give it up whether she liked it or not!

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