Chapter 161: Chapter 161

Chapter 163 Recording of the Mastermind

As soon as the door opened, the crew leader's bald head came out. With his eyes wide opened, he was surprised at the sight of Alex so he quickly closed the door.

Alex put his foot on the door. The old sideboard shook the trumpet, and the noise made several curious people nearby approach the door. Alex turned around, but no one dared to approach him with his eyes that glanced at them like a Hawk.

His patience was almost to the limit. His poker face was annoyed, and his foot stepped into the door more forcefully. In the end, the door broke and collapsed inside as the bald desperately pressed his old bald head behind the door.

"Fuck you! Don't you dare destroy my house?" The old bald man tried to get out of the heavy wooden door, spat rich saliva from his mouth, and cursed incessantly.

Alex strode on a door, bent down to pull his bald head, and pounded his head to the floor.

"Fuck you! Let me go! Let go! The curse became less and less, and instead of hitting his head on the floor, his body laid under the door motionless, unable to move.

When the obscene curse was extinguished, Alex's cold voice sounded. "Who hired you to kill the girl I was with?"

Without a reply, he loosened his grip. Alex stood up and threw the door away from the bald old man with his foot. Like what he expected, Alex baited him and tried to lure an opportunity. He tried to escape but his action caused him to crash into another door.

He got up and threw his backhand on the ground and spat out yellow liquid because of the pain in his stomach. A pair of smooth black shoes appeared in front of him and the ferocious cold words swooped down from the top of his head.

"Given the fact that I found you in a short time, did it also appeared to you that I can kill you in an instant? Who hired you?"

The hired mob was a bulky man. His teeth were broken and bloodstained but answered in fear without raising his head. "I don't know what you're talking about. We saw that you are wearing expensive clothes and want some money, but no one rented us." He said as he tried to escape again.

Alex hit him in the temple. It shattered his words and made his arms became powerless as his whole body fell to the ground. The smooth shoes stomped his chin, and the ferocious face slowly emphasized every cruel word.

"Do you want me to get the answer from your grandmother? You have to take care of your sick grandmother, right? You are also a very hardworking man, do you want me to help you send her away?"

His muddy eyes suddenly widened, and the bald old man struggled to get up but Alex stepped on his feet faster. He kicked him hard in the abdomen and pressed his heels on his temples. His every violent action seemed to emanate from the bones. It's natural for him to feel that way.

The bald head fell to the ground as he panted as if he had hit a weakness. He staggered to his feet, suddenly jumped to his feet, grabbed Muying's shirt, and yelled. "If you touch my grandmother, I'll risk my life to kill you and kill that mistress."

Alex reacted coldly to his threat, clasped his expensive suit under his nose, and staggered up and down.

He has investigated the bald person very clearly. His parents died young. He was raised by his grandma who sheltered him through hardship. Now that she suffers from heart disease and joint bones, she still combed the stalls on the sidewalk of the pedestrian street.

"I don't want to hurt a sick old woman, including you who's her grandson. Now that her safety is guaranteed, whether my people can take care of her or not depends on your cooperative attitude."

He trembled with his collar in his hand, and the panic in his eyes could no longer be concealed. "Call my grandma out! If not today, I will risk my life to kill you."

"Can you aim even once at me?" He smiled contemptuously. "She didn't know she was raising mercenaries, did she? Do you think her heart condition can handle the new news about her unfilial nephew?"

His every word pierced his dead point. His body trembled with chaos, his head was dizzy, his fingers clenched white, and finally, he chose to compromise for the safety of his loved ones.

"What do you want?"

Bitch! Alex punched him and heard that the clenched teeth of the bald old man cracked. His eyes fell on his collar. He immediately released his hand and took a few steps back to keep a safe distance.

Alex's collar is dirty because of the bald man, but even if he is angry, he still bowed his head.

Alex, who grabbed him with his collar, walked into the house peacefully. The old bald's head looked down the street and tried to close the door to avoid the eyes and ears of his neighbors, but when he saw his subordinates stood outside, he covered his nose and went inside.

Alex sat on the sofa, took the cheque, and patted the table.

The bald man was thoroughly beaten, so they know the taste and ask much safer questions.

"Decide with money, that's what you need. You open your lips. You will tell me who's that employer that hired you. The money is yours. You can use this money to treat your grandmother's heart disease, and I will help you find donors and cardiologists."

"This proposal is very attractive, but isn't the benefit of this proposal too high? Please tell me, what impact does this proposal have on us? Why?" The bald head was fascinated by Alex Hargreaves's price and bargain, and his paranoia still raised a lot of questions.

"You have a very important person to protect, so for a few rich people like me, this small amount of change is measly compared to the safety of the person that's in your mind. You are also a human being, and I admire your filial piety very much."

The bald head didn't know whether what he said was false, and he knew that he had no choice. "I hope you keep your promise and find a cardiologist and donors."

He carefully stuffed the cheque into his trouser pocket, took out his cell phone, and pressed it in front of Alex.

"I don't know the person's face. Everything is contacted by phone. I am used to the recording during the price negotiation. I think you would recognize the voice in the recording, the man who came to save you that night."

Wave boy?

"I can't find the name. That's not the name of the money in the account."

He speculated about the mastermind behind it, but Aron is not the one who crossed his mind ever. Every time he looked at Elly, his eyes are the same as his. How could he have the idea of hurting her maliciously?

His hands trembled and pressed the recording, and sure enough, Aron's voice resonated as he personally agreed with the bald man to organize and lead people to kill Elly. He turned off the recording to the phone, stood up, and left but he was blocked by a bald old man.

"Hey! You got what you wanted. I hope you keep your promise and pay for my grandmother's safety. I was afraid that I would get revenge for this betrayal." His eyes were no longer as ferocious and hostile as they were that night.

Alex Hargreaves nodded and agreed. He assured the bald old man and kept his promise. "Don't worry, I will ensure your safety and arrange your doctor as soon as possible."

On the way back, Alex drove alone and asked his subordinates to go back to Hargreaves Company first. His face was wrinkled and difficult to approach to and his eyes were confused. He thought about the recording he had just got. He didn't understand why Aron targeted Elly. Doesn't he love her? Was it all fake? Alex can't help but wonder.

when he thought that as long as Elly is close to Aron, no matter when he drives directly to the Holy Flame Group, it will be dangerous at any time.

"Mr. Hargreaves, Mr. Elliot is in a meeting. Do you have an appointment?"

"I don't want to make an appointment with Mr. Xu. I want to see Director Leila." Alex's cold voice and dark face almost made the concierge quivered in fear.

The standard smile at the front desk is a little stiff. "I'm sorry, Director Elly is in a meeting, too."

"Then I'll wait for her." Alex turned around, went to the front row of the waiting seat, and ignored the awkward smile of the front desk.

Worried about her safety, he looked worried and stared at her regardless of the admiration of the staff of the Torch Group. After all, Alex was originally a prominent single Chief Executive, a corrupt temptation for unmarried women.

As soon as Elly walked out of the conference room, her arm was pulled back by her assistant. "Miss Leila, the head Director of Hargreaves Company is waiting for you in the lobby for more than an hour."

Alex? Elly doesn't know why Alex was looking for her. Neither of them has seen each other since the day Alex fought with the thug. She's clueless and didn't know what he was up to when he came to look for her.

Elly turned to Aron and apologized with a smile. "You go back to the office first. I'll come back and discuss it later."

Aron nodded in an understanding voice. "It's urgent. You should take care of it first."

When Elly walked into the hall on the first floor, she saw a man with a very special temperament, attracting butterflies to courtship everywhere. He just sat quietly with no smile on his faint face, but from his straight waist, his broad shoulders appeared hard and big, and many female colleagues in the company glanced at him.

With a tingle in her chest, Elly went straight up to him and asked softly. "Why do you want to see me? Is there anything important you want to discuss?"

Alex put down the magazine in his hand, stood up, and looked at her with a smile. "Are you free tonight? I want to take you somewhere."

"Did you came here for the dinner?" Elly's eyes were surprised at the invitation. Alex wasted more than an hour waiting just to date and chat? She refused almost immediately. "I'm not interested in having dinner nor dating you. I have nothing to say. Don't waste my time."

"Your Majesty, actually I..." Alex wanted to say something, but his eyes had already swept across Aron who came out of the elevator.