Chapter 242

Jeane, and saw a beautiful smile on her face, that radiated her beauty.

The delivery box approached Jeame with the gift box.

"Hello, sir, this was sent to you by a lover, sign here," he said, what he said stunned Jeame.

"Sign it!" jeane cheered, grinning widely.

Jeame thought deeply and signed it, he received the gift, and the both of them walked away.

Someone stepped out from hiding behind, he removed the hat on his head, and fire enveloped him like a volcano.

"Alexander, you gat pay the bill"

A voice yelled at the lady stepping out of the house, she sighed, feeling disgusted, she lifted her face after searching her purse and saw a man sitting in a car, parked in the street.

She stared blankly at the man, and she recalled instantly.

"You" she mumbled.

Sylvester put up a smile and faced her.

"It is me, I hope you will keep your promise, am here to take you on a date," Sylvester said.

Alexander bit her lower lip in frustration, she glanced at the house, before nodding, and entering the car.

A pair of eyes watched from the window, gruntled, and walked into the house, without saying any word.

Alexander turned to the man sitting by her side "where are you taking me to?" She inquired.

"Where a lover will take his sweetheart to" he answered and winked, as he sped down the road.

The car came to an abrupt stop, and the man stepped out, Alexander also did, she looked around, and saw that they are standing in the trade street.

"Let's go shopping"

Alexander looked around in a daze, Sylvester sensed her hesitance, and grabbed her, he led her into the shopping mall.

The both of them bought, many outfits for Alexander, a man saw, the two of them, a huge scar, on his face, gave him an intimidating aura, and ugly look.

He grabbed Alexander, not minding the security of the shopping mall, Alexander was startled the moment he saw the face of her assailant.

"You think you will run with my money," the man said, with an angry facial expression.

Cold sweat broke out of Alexander's back, Sylvester pulled the man away and glared at him.

"Get lost pretty boy" he warned, pulling out a short knife, Sylvester arched his eyebrow, and a murderous glint surfaced in his eyes.

"Do you want to get more than a scar on your scratched face?" Sylvester snorted.

The man with the scar nearly vomit blood, he waved the knife in his hand frantically, he hated to be reminded about the scar.

"I am going to kill you, stinky boy" he cursed and rushed at Sylvester, who grabbed his arm.

Crisp!

He crushed the bones in his wrist.

"Aahh!" The man wailed painfully, Sylvester let him go, and he fell and sprawled in a pathetic position.

Alexander was petrified.

"Let's leave here quickly," she said, onlookers who came to buy, came over to watch the scene, sooner, the securities of the