Gideon heard Alexander's furious roar, but he didn't give a damn.
Instead, he picked up his pace.
"Gideon—!" Alexander's rage surged like a tidal wave. "I swear, I'll kill you!"
A few seconds later, his face was ice-cold as he spun around and climbed into his luxurious Bentley. The moment his foot slammed on the gas, the car shot forward—he was going to catch that bastard!
"Gidey!" Xenia was slung over Gideon's shoulder like a sack of rice. She panicked, her hands pounding against his broad back.
"Put me down right now! Mr. Shaw is furious!"
A flicker of pain crossed Gideon's face.
She was worried about Alexander... not him.
But his gaze remained unwavering.
"No way, Xenny. You're coming with me today, no matter what."
Gideon was a born athlete—carrying a grown woman while sprint
