Alexander Knox smiled, "That's right, if you had agreed earlier, things wouldn't have come to this, so Aria, you can't fully blame me for this situation. You should reflect on yourself."
Alexander's tone was gentle as he looked at Aria Richardson, his smile did not waver. He raised his hand slightly, "Stop..."
Midway through his words, his eyes narrowed sharply, and his gaze fell ahead, where there were cries of pain everywhere, and over twenty bodyguards lay on the ground, none standing.
Wyatt Lewis's pristine white shirt was stained with a large patch of blood, standing there, he tossed aside the blood-dripping stick, his eyes filled with fury staring directly at Alexander Knox, "I won."
Aria turned to look at Wyatt Lewis, at the ground littered with people and the precarious state of Wyatt. She rushed forward without a care.
Wyatt used up one last bit of strength watching Aria running toward him, his knees suddenly hit the ground.
