Learning Richa is the Uncle

"You two don't know each other? If that's true, I'll chop off my head and let you kick it like a ball," Mark declared, seeing through Alex's evasions.

Alex was about to continue denying it, but Richa interrupted in a calm tone, "I'm his uncle."

"Pfft—what? You... you're Alex's uncle? The same uncle Alex was going to introduce Kyle to?" Mark was in disbelief, his eyes widening as he looked at Richa.

Richa didn't respond verbally but handed a glass of water to Kyle, which was a silent confirmation.

Mark was stunned, and Kyle, who took the glass, was equally shocked. *So all this time, we were trying to set up Kyle with his own husband?*

Mark's mouth twitched. The situation was so absurd that he felt as if he had swallowed a fly, a mix of emotions churning inside him.

"But, Uncle, isn't your last name Shen?" Kyle asked, voicing his confusion. After all, he thought the DuPont family wouldn't have another surname.

"The DuPont families are united by marriage, so we all carry the DuPont name," Richa replied coldly.

The reason for his coldness lay in the backstory. When Alex's father's family faced a financial crisis, they sought to marry into another powerful family. However, the condition was that Alex's father would have to become a live-in son-in-law, which his pride wouldn't allow. Richa's father, recognizing Alex's father's potential, offered his daughter in marriage instead, merging the two families. Alex's mother was forced into this marriage as the first pawn in her father's schemes, leaving Alex with a deep resentment towards his grandfather, much like Richa and others in the family.

"So, does that mean Kyle is... my aunt?" Mark finally put two and two together, his face a mix of surprise and confusion as he looked at Kyle.

Kyle, initially stunned, turned bright red as the realization hit him.

"Hahaha, Alex! So now Kyle is your aunt! Hahaha, I can't take this!" Mark burst into laughter, slapping his thigh, finding the irony of the situation too hilarious.

"Wife," Alex called out, his tone low and dangerous, his teeth practically grinding together as he glared at Mark.

Startled, Mark started coughing violently, his laughter choking in his throat. He pounded his chest, trying to catch his breath.

Alex sighed and, despite his frustration, patted Mark's back to help him breathe.

"How can you still choke on your own saliva?" Alex muttered in mild exasperation.

Mark, his face still flushed from coughing, retorted, "It's because you scared me, okay? You didn't notice how scary your expression was just now?"

Rolling his eyes at Alex, Mark took the glass of water Alex offered and drank it. After finishing, he smacked his lips and handed the empty glass back to Alex.

Alex, with a doting smile, took the glass and set it on the coffee table, offering Mark a napkin.

"No need," Mark said, using his hand to wipe his mouth dismissively.

Richa watched Alex, who had always been solitary, now tenderly caring for someone else. Richa had thought Alex's disinterest in marriage stemmed from his parents' unhappy union, but now it seemed it was simply because he hadn't met the right person until now.

"What are you planning?" Alex snapped, his protective instincts kicking in as he shielded Mark from Richa's gaze.

Richa chuckled and nodded toward Kyle, "Such poor manners. You don't even greet your aunt?"

Alex glared at Richa, holding Mark close as he stood up. "I swear, if you keep this up, I'll mess with your wife."

Richa remained unbothered, calmly replying, "If you do, this little guy will be the one to kill you before I even get the chance."

Alex knew Richa was right—Mark would definitely murder him if he tried anything.

Feeling thoroughly defeated, Alex scooped Mark up and began to leave. He didn't want to stay a moment longer with Richa, who was seriously getting on his nerves.

"What are you doing? I still want to hang out with Kyle!" Mark protested, wriggling in Alex's grip.

"You're not allowed to play with him anymore," Alex ordered sternly.

"Huh?" Mark was baffled. "Are you out of your mind?"

Mark couldn't understand why things had suddenly taken this turn. Shouldn't they be happy to be closer as a family now?

Frustrated, Alex didn't bother to explain. He just slammed the door shut and walked out, feeling anger boil within him. He was furious that Richa looked down on Mark. Why should his wife have to endure that cold treatment?

Left alone in the room, the silence between Richa and Kyle was almost oppressive.

Kyle nervously swallowed, then hesitantly glanced up at Richa. But before he could say anything, Richa lifted him into his arms and kissed him.

Kyle blushed, looking shy and demure, like a small, bashful bride.

"Weren't you wanting to go out for a walk?" Richa asked.

Kyle, however, lowered his head, his expression darkening. He no longer wanted to go out, fearing he might run into Grace again or be subjected to whispers because of the earlier incident.

Seeing Kyle's fear, Richa didn't push further, simply stroking his hair in comfort.

**Chapter 162: Richa and Alex Take Action**

After putting Kyle to sleep, Richa called the head of the resort's security team.

When the head saw it was his boss calling, he answered immediately, saying, "We've detained them in the basement, just as you ordered."

Richa didn't say a word, merely hung up and left the room quietly. Kyle, sleeping soundly, was unaware that Richa had gone.

Richa hadn't walked far down the corridor when he spotted Alex standing by an open door, waiting for him. Through the crack in the door, Richa noticed Mark was also asleep, likely lulled to sleep by Alex.

Closing the door gently, Alex lit a cigarette and followed Richa to the emergency exit.

In a few minutes, they reached the basement. The security head quickly unlocked the storage room's iron door when he saw them approaching.

Inside, Franklin Turner and Grace were huddled in a corner, trembling in fear as they stared at the imposing figures in the doorway, shaking so badly they were on the verge of tears.

"It... it wasn't my fault! It was this woman! She wanted to hit her own brother! I'm just a victim!" Franklin Turner immediately threw Grace under the bus, his pants still damp, the smell of urine strong in the air.

"I didn't tell you to hit Mark! Why are you blaming me?" Grace was shaking, but she didn't forget to scold Franklin Turner.

"If it weren't for you, would I have done it? You started bullying them first," Franklin Turner snapped back, trying to save his own skin.

In truth, he hadn't taken Mark and Kyle seriously at the time, hoping to impress Grace by bullying them. But his plan had backfired horribly, landing him in deep trouble with people he shouldn't have crossed.

"I never told you to do that! You made this mess, not me!"

"You filthy liar! How dare you slander me!"

"Who are you calling a filthy liar, you scumbag?!"

...

The two of them began to bicker and fight, pulling at each other's hair, each angrier than the other.

Richa and Alex sat down on the chairs the security head had brought, calmly smoking as they watched the two fools fight.

After a while, Richa gave the security head a look, signaling him to separate the pair.

"Yes, sir."

The security head moved quickly, grabbing Franklin Turner and Grace by the hair and forcing them to kneel before Richa and Alex.

Franklin Turner and Grace, now terrified, started crying.

Grace, unfamiliar with such intimidation, was petrified, while Franklin Turner, having nearly been beaten to death by Richa before, was scared out of his wits.

"Let them go," Richa ordered coldly, exhaling smoke.

The security head quickly released their hair, stepping back.

Free from restraint, Franklin Turner and Grace immediately prostrated themselves before Richa and Alex, begging for forgiveness. "We know we were wrong! We won't dare do it again!"

Richa and Alex stared at them, their gazes icy and unyielding, the pressure in the room suffocating.

As their pleas grew louder, Franklin Turner wet himself again, while Grace, on the verge of doing the same, shook uncontrollably.

"I hear you like bullying my wife?" Alex finally spoke, his voice low and dangerous as he leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, smoke curling from his lips.

"I-I won't do it again! I promise I won't!" Grace sobbed, begging for mercy.

Alex didn't reply. Instead, he glanced at the security head, who understood immediately and slapped Grace hard across the face. The force of the blow sent her sprawling to the ground, blood trickling from her mouth.

Seeing the blood, Grace cried even harder, the pain on her face intensifying her fear. But she didn't dare scream, biting her lip as she clutched her face.

Alex continued, "That slap was a warning. If I find out you've been spreading lies about Kyle or my wife, you won't have hands or feet to use anymore."

"I won't! I really won't! Please, forgive me!" Grace knelt and kowtowed to Alex, her previous arrogance completely shattered.

"Throw her out," Alex

 ordered.

"Yes, sir."

The security head grabbed Grace by the hair and dragged her out of the storage room, tossing her outside.

Grace immediately scrambled to her feet and ran for her life, tripping and falling but quickly getting up to flee again.

Now alone, Franklin Turner began to shake his head frantically, trying to back away.

It was no use. The security head picked up a baton and began to beat him, his screams and pleas for mercy echoing through the basement.

Throughout the ordeal, Richa and Alex remained seated, smoking coldly, watching without a word.

Nearby, in the underground parking lot, Noah heard the screams and immediately pushed Feder off him, straining to listen.

"Damn it, Feder!" Noah cursed, kicking Feder off as he scrambled out of the car to investigate.