Alexander's fist smashed into Charles' cheek, sending him sprawling across the room.

Charles hit the ground hard, and before he could get up, Alexander's foot slammed into his chest, making him roll again.

Alexander qquickly moved to Wendy's side, gently wiping the tears from her cheeks with his fingers.

His palm was wet with her tears, and he noticed that Wendy's lips were bruised from her own biting. He gently touched her lips with his fingertips,prompting her to relax her jaw.

He then grabbed a dinner knife from the nearby table and carefully cut the ties binding her hands and feet.

Wendy's wrists and ankles. were marked with red welts, her delicate skin chafed and bleeding from her struggles.

Alexander's heart ached, his anger nearly consuming him.

Wendy, feeling as if she had been pulled from the depths of despair,collapsed weakly.

The warmth of Alexander's hand was a precious comfort in this moment of survival. She tried to speak but was choked with sobs, tears streaming down her face.

Alexander wanted to hold her tighit and reassure her that it was all over,but there was still a problem to deal with in the room.

After freeing her. Wendy clung to his hand like a lifoline,trying to hold

back her overwhelming omotions.

Alexander took off his jacket and wrapped it around her tightly.

He then removed his limited-edition watch and gently placed it in her hand,which was nearly plerced by her own nails from gripping too hard.

"Hold on to this," he said, his voice hoarse but steady. "This watch is one of a kind. If you break it, you'll have to pay me back."

Wendy's pale fingers relaxed slightly.

Alexander stood up, pulling the jacket up to cover her face.

"Don't look," he whispered above her head.

Charles, using the sofa for support, staggered to his feet.

Seeing Alexander approaching, he tried to maintain a facade of calm. "Mr.Turner. I was just having some fun. You barging in like this is quite disrespectful."

He hadn't expected Wendy to be involved with Alexander, but it was too late for apologies now.

Alexander grabbed Charles by the collar and threw him against the wall."Who gave you the nerve to hurt her?"

Charles' head hit the wall, leaving him dizzy, but he still spoke with reckless abandon. "Mr. Turner, she's just a discarded toy. Why get so worked up? If you like, I can send you some women who are prettier and cleaner than her."

"Who I like is none of your business." Alexander said, his voice dark and menacing. "What made you think you could touch her?"

Charles sneered. "Such a beauty should be shared."

Before he could finish, Alexander grábbed his head and delivered a powerful punch to his jaw.

Charles spat out blood and lunged at Alexander, and the two began to brawl.

Charles wasn't a weakling, but he was no match for Alexander's rage. He grabbed a heavy bronze ornament and swung it at Alexander.

The ornament struck Alexander's shoulder, but he didn't even flinch. He kicked Charles in the stomach, sending him stumbling back into a chair,his back hitting the edge painfully.

Before Charles could get up, Alexander was on him,grabbing his right hand-the one that hadtouched Wendy-and twisted it back.

Charles screamed in agony as Alexander dragged him to the marble coffee table in the center of the room,gripping his hair.

"You should be grateful I came in when I did."

Before Charles could process what was happening, Alexander slammed his head into the table.

The table shook violently,and blood poured from Charles' forehead.

It was only then that Charles realized Alexander had no intention of showing mercy.

Alexander wanted him dead.

Charles' left hand flailed, trying to push Alexander away, but,Alexander's muscles were like iron. He slammed Charles' head into the table again.

Blood dripped from Charles' mouth, his hand falling limp.

Alexander's eyes were cold as ice. He lifted Charles' head and smashed it into the table a third time.

The table shattered.

Charles lay in the debris, blood blinding him, unable to move.

He finally understood Alexander's words.

He should be grateful that Alexander arrived in time, preventing him from doing something even worse and thus allowing him to live.

Otherwise,today Alexander would surely have ended his life right there.

Alexander, too, was in rough shape, his shirt stained and his neck cut by shards of glass, blood soaking his collar.

He took a deep breath, grabbed a curtain, and wiped Charles' blood from his hands.

He tossed the dirty cloth onto Charles and turned to Wendy.

Wendy, her vision obscured, hadn't seen the violence but had heard the brutal sounds of the fight and the table breaking.

Alexander's heavy footsteps approached, and he gently held her.

"It's over," he said, his voice low and strained. "Wendy, it's over."

Remembering the scene when he first entered, her clothes torn, crying for help. Alexander's heart ached.

He was immensely relieved he had followed Ethan.

He couldn't bear to think what might have happened if he hadn't found her.

Alexander's breath trembled as he calmed himself. "I'll take you home."

Outside the room, a group of people waited anxiously, hearing the fight but too afraid to intervene.

As they exchanged worried glances, the door opened.

Alexander emerged, carrying Wendy, the room behind him in shambles.

His jacket covered Wendy, hiding her from view.

The hotel manager glanced at them, but Alexander's icy glare made him look away quickly.

Alexander's voice was steady but cold as he addressed the manager."Delete all the photos and videos. If you don't want trouble, forget everything you saw."