Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 733.

Wesley stopped between the two of them, and he said righteously, "That's

enough, why do you need to fight each other? At worst, from now on, he wil give up the idea of getting his inheritance rights. Let me take him away, and he will never appear again in front of you again."

Until that moment, Wesley still spoke in a high and bossy tone, not realizing his mistake.

If it were a few years old, Alexander would definitely be very sad. But at that moment, he only slowly moves his bloodshot eyes towards Wesley's face, and the corners of his mouth carved into a smile that was not a friendly smile. He spoke like a devil, "It is all already mine, what does he need to give them up? Wesley Sterling, if I were you, I would get lost, and not be an eyesore."

"What did you call me?"

In the past, Alexander usually addresses him as Mr. Sterling, but at that moment, he nonchalantly addressed him with his first and last name.

Alexander couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

He looked down and coldly stared at Solomon, "You don't want to say it, do you? I have ways to get you to speak out."

After that, Alexander grabbed Solomon's arm and dragged him on the ground. Solomon was still bleeding, and the scene was no different from the scene of a body dumping.noveldrama

Compared to Alexander, Solomon's life was smooth sailing. He grew up under the protection of his parents. When had he ever suffered humiliation?

At that moment, he really felt fear. Alexander was like a different person from before.

"Dad, save me!" Solomon began to plead for help.

If Alexander dared to do that to Solomon in front of them, they didn't know what

ruthless methods he would use when they couldn't see him.

The situation had already begun to spiral out of Wesley's control.

Wesley had no choice but to take out his phone.

At that moment, he didn't care about anything that much, he only hoped that

Solomon would get out of Alexander's hands alive.

"Let go of him, or I'll report you to the police right away."

Alexander stopped in his tracks. He turned his head and glanced at Wesley, "Call the police? Do you think you have the chance?"

Then, he raised his chin slightly, and Lucas went forward and snatched away Wesley's phone.

"Alexander! What are you doing, bastard?"

Alexander looked like a devil in human form, his gaze cold as he stared at them, "Wesley, I gave you the opportunity to leave, but you brought this upon yourself. Since you two want to be guests, as the host, of course I have to entertain you well. Butler Benson, take the two guests to the small courtyard where my mother used to stay."

Wesley stared at the butler fiercely, "Benson, don't listen to that bastard."

The butler calmly said, "Mr. Sterling, I'm sorry, but you don't have the right to command me now. This family belongs to the young master."

As the bodyguards forcibly took the two away, Eloise screamed, and even her high heels fell off in the struggle.

"Son, my son, Alexander, let him go!"

"I was wrong. If you want to blame me, blame me. You should come at me. Let my son go!"

Alexander glanced at the half dead person on the ground and said softly, "It's too late."

Wesley and Eloise were taken to the small courtyard, which was prepared separately for Ciara.

At that time, Ciara's mental state was not good. She would not only hurt others but also abuse herself. Her room was very special, and the doors and windows were all welded to death with steel.

The two of them were pushed in, Butler Benson locked the iron gate, and the two

of them held onto the railing, pleading constantly.

"Benson, you are confining your personal freedom at will. Once you are arrested..."

Butler Benson interrupted coldly, "Young Master, do you think you will have a chance to call the police?"

Wesley was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

Butler Benson changed his usual

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respect, "To be honest, I wanted to do this a long time ago. Take advantage of this opportunity to experience the kind of life Madam and Old Master have had all these years. Al of this is your own fault."