Chapter 22

At the end of the day, Alex had asked for Rose. Rose’s head was filled with ugly thoughts like that was the chance to face Alex one vs one to get real answers and just execute her revenge but in between she was sweating badly, frightened.

And when Rose arrived at his door, she knocked and entered. It was unlike him to summon her to his private chambers. Little did she know that the situation would be far more complicated than she had ever anticipated.

Alex was drunk, sober, and in a condition she never believed she would see him in.

His eyes were red and bloodshot, and his hair was disheveled.

His once immaculate apartment was a mess, with clothes strewn everywhere and empty bottles of alcohol littering the floor.

The air was thick with the stench of stale booze, and Rose had to hold her breath to stop herself from gagging.