Chapter 1014

After regaining his senses, he nodded hurriedly. "Yes! Of course! Who dares touch my woman like that? Tell me who it was, and I'll tie him up and cut him into a million pieces until you're satisfied!"

"It's Alexander," she said lightly, licking the blood from her lip.

"So, it's him. That coward…"

Excitedly rambling to express his sincerity, Ralph didn't realize he'd missed her name until halfway through. "Who did you say it was?" he asked, suspecting he'd misheard.

"Alexander, your wonderful nephew! What's wrong? Are you reluctant now?" Heather questioned calmly, arms crossed, her gaze unwavering, as if testing his sincerity. "It appears what you said was a lie. Men lie, but I thought you were different. Turns out you're just like them. Forget it. I thought too highly of you!" She sighed, lowered her arms, and stood.

"Wait, no, that's not what I meant…" Ralph panicked, reaching to pull her back. "I just didn't hear you clearly. Who did you say? Alexander? Alexander Russell? Are you sure you didn't mistake him for someone else?"

"Could there be someone else with the same name and face as Alexander?" Heather grumbled. "Unless your family has thousands of Alexanders with the same face? Maybe a lot of twins?"

Ralph was speechless. "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 kickboxing master. I've heard of your skills, and I know how powerful you are. As for Alexander…" He paused, whispering, "It's not that I'm underestimating him, but even if he learned some kickboxing, he still wouldn't hurt you this badly, right?"

That's what Heather thought too. Seeing his puzzled expression, she asked, "Don't you know Alexander knows kickboxing? Doesn't your family secretly practice an ancient technique? Could he have a hidden handbook and practiced secretly?"

Ralph burst into laughter. "Heather, are you thinking straight? What ancient kickboxing techniques? Do you think there are that many families of kickboxers here? The Russell family has been in business for generations. We're big, but we've never indulged in kickboxing." He shook his head, smiling, still thinking it a joke.

He seemed unaware, at least not to the extent Heather believed. But if Ralph was telling the truth, how could Alexander be so skilled? Where did the rumors of a secret handbook originate? "You said Alexander learned kickboxing. What do you mean? Who taught him? When and where did he learn?"

Seeing her seriousness, Ralph stopped joking. "Did Alexander really hurt you? Why? Was it because of me?"

Heather was speechless. What nonsense was this?