Free Web NovelChapter 140: Chapter 140: Strategic Assets
Alexander didn’t let a single trace of surprise show on his face, though inside, his analytical mind was already restructuring the entire puzzle He let out a low, smooth chuckle, adjusting his stance as he looked down at Isabella.
"My bad" stated Alexander, his voice entirely calm and steady "I apologize for the misunderstanding, Professor I didn’t mean to insult your family".
"I know you didn’t do it with bad intentions, so don’t worry about it" said Isabella, letting out a heavy, tired sigh as she leaned against the side of her car "Right now, I just really need your help with something important".
"Sure Tell me what you need" muttered Alexander, crossing his arms.
"My daughter is in a completely rebellious streak, and it’s only gotten worse since the divorce from her father" stated Isabella, her tone turning sharp and bitter "Apparently, some idiot is showering her with money and expensive gifts The person you took photos of last time was just one of them, but it seems there’s someone else behind it now Unfortunately, it’s not some old pervert trying to get into a high schooler’s skirt... it’s an idiot looking for a direct problem with me".
Alexander’s eyes narrowed slightly "Who is it?".
"He’s part of a family you know very well" whispered Isabella, looking around the parking lot before locking her gaze onto his "A Sinclair".
"It seems my path keeps crossing with theirs more and more" stated Alexander, a faint, dark smirk touching his lips.
"So it seems" said Isabella, her jaw tightening "That old dog Sinclair sent one of his acquaintances to seduce her, and she fell for it hook, line, and sinker As if I didn’t give her enough money myself... God, that brat is so stupid!".
"What’s the mission, then?" asked Alexander, cutting straight through her venting.
"Yes, sorry, I got a little sidetracked" muttered Isabella, composing herself "I want you to send a very clear message to the Sinclairs Tell them to stop fucking with my family".
"Do you want me to kill him?" asked Alexander, his voice entirely cold and devoid of any hesitation.
Isabella blinked, momentarily taken aback by his raw pragmatism, but she quickly shook her head "No, not necessarily I heard that you race cars with your friend Marcus, so I figured you were in the exact same line of business as TMC".
Alexander’s entire posture went completely rigid for a fraction of a second, his dark eyes turning incredibly sharp "TMC? You know about TMC, Professor?".
"Anyone who has a decent amount of money and authority in this city knows what TMC is" stated Isabella, a small, knowing smirk appearing on her face "What people don’t know is exactly who its members are".
"How did you find out about me?" asked Alexander, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous register.
"I guessed" confessed Isabella, shrugging her shoulders "Marcus did a specific job for a close friend of mine a while ago Ever since then, I’ve known he was a member of TMC, so when I saw you two together, it wasn’t hard to connect the dots".
"I thought there was a catalog with our names on it" murmured Alexander, testing her knowledge. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
"That catalog?" whispered Isabella, a soft, cynical laugh escaping her lips "That is strictly for exclusive and highly powerful people Not just anyone can view those men Besides, your faces aren’t even in it—only your bodies They don’t sell the person, Alexander They sell the meat".
Alexander let out a low, analytical hum, his mind processing the parameters of the assignment "I understand" stated Alexander, his expression entirely cold and focused "I’ll go deliver a message to make sure things are perfectly clear to them Do you want your daughter to be present when I do it, or should I wait until they’re completely alone?".
"I absolutely hate this, but you’ll have to make that decision in the moment" said Isabella, rubbing her temples in frustration "I don’t know where they’re planning to go I know they are meeting today, but I don’t have the exact location".
She reached into her purse, pulled out her phone, and tapped the screen to open a specialized tracking application She turned the device toward him, showing a blinking red dot on a digital map.
"I managed to slip a tracker into her bag" Isabella explained, her voice tight "She’s still at my house right now, so I don’t think it’s necessary for you to move just yet I’ll keep an eye on her and call you the second she leaves to meet them, then you can follow them".
"Deal" stated Alexander, giving a brief nod "As soon as you call me, I’ll go take care of that person I have to drop by the hospital to handle a few things right now and I have a couple of other commitments, but the moment you ping me, I’ll head straight over there".
"Thank you, Alex... I really, truly appreciate this" whispered Isabella, a genuine look of relief washing over her stressed features.
"I’d do whatever you need" murmured Alexander, taking a slow step forward until he was right in her space again, a dark, wicked smirk returning to his lips "I can’t say no to my favorite professor, after all But you’re going to pay me back with that tight little cunt of yours later, understood?".
Isabella’s breath hitched, a deep, burning blush instantly overtaking her cheeks as she looked around the parking lot, completely overwhelmed by his shamelessness "If... if you help me fix this, I’ll let you do whatever you want to me".
"Deal" stated Alexander, his voice a low, possessive growl as he backed away toward his car "I’ll hurry up with my business so I’m completely free when you call".
Click. The faint, mechanical snap of a camera lens echoed from the far edge of the student parking lot, completely swallowed by the ambient hum of the afternoon traffic Neither Alexander nor Isabella noticed the subtle flash of glass from behind the tinted windows of a parked, unremarkable gray sedan.
A few yards away, the sedan’s engine suddenly roared to life with a low, smooth growl Inside the vehicle, a man in a dark jacket lowered his professional camera, smoothly shifting the car into drive as his eyes remained fixed on Alexander’s retreating figure in the rearview mirror.
He tapped his Bluetooth earpiece, his voice entirely cold and professional as he pulled out into the main street. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
"The target just made contact" stated the man smoothly "I have the photos Moving to the next phase now".
