Alexander stood frozen, his mind scrambling to process the lightning-fast, escalating chaos.
Chloe's sudden, dramatic intrusion and the wildly inappropriate accusation of theft were shocking enough, but the sight of Adrian—his usually composed, timid secretary—losing his temper and flipping Chloe a double middle finger was utterly surreal.
Then came the sharp, sickening sound of impact.
Adrian's scream was cut short as he hit the floor. The sight of blood and the immediate, predatory move by Chloe—her heel poised for another strike—shattered the paralysis that held Alexander.
Chloe had crossed a line. This wasn't professional sabotage or emotional drama; this was violence in his office.
A deep, primal roar tore from Alexander's chest—a sound more animal than man.
In a single, fluid motion, he moved.
