The tires screeched, the engine roared.
Alexander pushed the Bentley to its limits, tearing through the streets of the residential district at breakneck speed.
Left turn. Then right. Straight ahead.
Just past that building—Gideon's escape route.
His grip on the steering wheel tightened. His entire focus was locked onto one thing: catching that bastard and taking Xenia back.
Alexander's mind worked like a high-speed processor, updating his mental map in real time.
Who could deny it? He wasn't just a privileged heir—he was a genius.
The sole successor of the Shaw family.
Born into power, but never relying solely on his wealth. His skills, his intelligence—everything about him was honed to perfection.
And right now, his mind was repeating one thing over and over,
'Xenia. Xenia. Xeni
