Chapter 8 Victoria, you dare to challenge my bottom line

After Jessica left, Alexander impatiently loosened his tie and slowly slid his wheelchair toward the French window. A breeze quietly blew in, slightly dispelling the lingering fragrance in the room.

"Lucas, clean this place up now!" he ordered.

"Yes, President!" Lucas responded quickly, opened the window and sprayed air freshener. As the breeze blew, Jessica 's strong perfume gradually dissipated, replaced by the tranquility brought by the air freshener. Alexander 's eyes penetrated the hustle and bustle of the city and fixed on the bustling streets. His thoughts drifted back to the carefully designed encounter five years ago, when he broke into a girl's boudoir in chaos . At that time, perhaps due to the effects of drugs, he possessed the girl under him almost roughly. The faint matcha scent on the girl was like a fatal temptation, which made him intoxicated, but he could not see her true face.