After returning to his senses, he nodded hurriedly. "Yes! Of course! Who dares to touch my woman like that? Once you tell me who he is, I'll tie him up and cut him into a million pieces until you're satisfied!"
"It's Alexander," She said lightly as she licked the blood from the corner of her lower lips.
"So, it's him. That coward…" Excitedly rambling on to express his sincerity in assisting her, Ralph did not realize he had missed the name she had said until he was halfway through. "Who did you say it was?"
He thought that he had misheard.
"Alexander, your wonderful nephew! What's wrong? Are you reluctant now?" With her arms crossed and her gaze fixed on him, Heather questioned him calmly as if to test his sincerity.
"It appears that what you just said was a lie. It's normal for men to lie, but I thought you were different. It turns out you're just like them. Forget it. I thought too highly of you!" She sighed, lowered her arms, and stood up.
"Wait, no, that's not what I meant…" Ralph panicked and reached out to pull her back into the chair. "I just didn't hear you clearly. Who did you say it was? Alexander? Alexander Russell? Are you sure you didn't mistake him for someone else?"
"Could there be someone out there with the same name and face as Alexander?" Heather grumbled. "Unless your family has thousands of Alexanders with the same face? Maybe there are just a lot of twins in your family."
Ralph was speechless for a moment. "He… How could he?"
"Are you doubting me?!" She asked, feigning anger.
"It's not that I don't believe you, but Heather, you're a master of kickboxing. You're skilled. Not only have I heard about your glorious deeds, but I've also learned how powerful you are. As for
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