Bluffing

"Where is she?!"

Inside the room, the bedsheets were in complete disarray, tangled and crumpled, with pieces of rope scattered across them. But there was no longer any sign of Emily, who should have been lying on the bed. Only Alex remained, standing by the bed, looking completely at ease.

Not only was Eric stunned, but even the three lackeys behind him were all equally dumbfounded.

The lackey, who had painstakingly gagged Emily earlier, sprinted out in a panic and anxiously demanded, "Brother Alex! Weren't you supposed to keep an eye on her? Where is she?!"

At this moment, Eric swung his arm in a wide arc.

"Thwack!" With a loud sound, he smacked the lackey across the face.

"Ah—" The lackey screamed in pain and collapsed to the side.

Eric's eyes flashed with fury as he took two steps forward, grabbed Alex by the collar, and roared: "Alex! Where is Emily?"

His roar was so loud that even the lackeys behind him froze in terror, knowing their boss was now angry and might hurt them in his fit of anger.

The lackey clutching his ringing ears didn't dare to utter a sound despite the pain.

However, in the midst of these frightened onlookers, Alex slowly raised his hand and casually slapped away Eric's right hand that was gripping his collar.

"Hiss—" The lackeys around them inhaled sharply, their eyes widening in disbelief.

This was blatant disrespect toward their boss! With Eric's temperament, Alex was surely dead!

But what shocked them even more was what followed afterwards.

After knocking away Eric's hand, Alex leisurely walked over to the sofa in the room, sat down with ease, and even picked up the whiskey prepared for Eric from the table in front of him. He casually poured himself a glass, gently swirling it in his hand.

Eric's lackeys all wore the same expression—wide eyes and gaping mouths!

"What the …"

"Am I still dreaming?"

Some even rubbed their eyes, thinking they were in a dream.

But Alex continued to sit there, savoring the whiskey that cost thousand of dollars per bottle.

"You son of a b—!" With a loud "whoosh," Eric drew a black pistol from his waist, pointed it at Alex, and shouted: "I'm asking you! Where is Emily?!"

Faced with the black muzzle of the gun, Alex chuckled softly and replied: "I let her go."

"What?!"

Upon hearing Alex's words, Eric's rage surged from his abdomen to his head. He laughed furiously.

"Hahaha …"

Turning around to look at his lackeys, Eric said through gritted teeth, laughing: "This fucker. He... He said that he let her go!"

Then his tone shifted abruptly, filled with rage as he pointed at Alex, "Aren't you afraid or you think that I won't kill you?!"

With that, he disengaged the safety on the pistol.

The lackeys behind him looked at each other, completely confused as to why Alex had suddenly changed his demeanor.

How could he dare speak to the boss like this? Was he tired of living? They all looked at Alex as if expecting the center of his forehead to be pierced by a bullet at any moment.

However, Alex, completely unphased by the gun pointed at him, slowly set the whiskey down on the coffee table, then glanced playfully at Eric and said:

"Do you know how Mr. Rayden would react if he were to found out about this?"

"You …" Eric took a step forward, waving the pistol as if about to fire, but the shot never came.

He knew that the "Mr. Rayden" Alex referred to wasn't him, but his father, Luke Rayden! Alex was a man sent by his father; this he knew all too well! Since his father had sent Alex, he was undoubtedly a trusted aide. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't just kill him!

The lackeys behind Eric suddenly realized: "That's right! Brother Alex was sent by the old man!"

"But … even if Brother Alex was sent by the old man, he shouldn't defy the young master like this!"

Eric, gritting his teeth, growled: "So you think, just because you're my father's man, I won't dare kill you?"

That was it! With those words, Alex was certain—Eric wouldn't fire the shot! He knew Eric well; he wouldn't dare to kill the lackey sent by his father.

Alex leaned back nonchalantly in the sofa and said: "Do you really think that's what I'm talking about?"

"Hm?" This statement made Eric pause.

Alex lifted his wrist and glanced at his watch, saying: "According to my estimation, they should be here by now."

Here, by now? Who's here?

Just then, the piercing sound of police sirens could be heard from outside the window.

Hiss—

The lackeys behind Eric descended into chaos.

"Did you call the cops?!" Eric pointed the gun at Alex again.

But Alex looked at Eric as if he were an idiot and said: "Do you really think I'd call the cops to arrest my boss's son?"

The room fell silent once more.

Eric stared deeply at Alex, his eyes flickering with uncertainty and contemplating something.

Alex spoke again: "If you don't leave now, it'll be too late."

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Eric put away his pistol.

Just as he was about to leave, he spotted the lackey sitting on the floor, clutching his ears.

Annoyed, he kicked the lackey in the face, shouting: "You still not leaving?!"

With that, he stormed out of the room, while the lackey, enduring the pain, staggered up and rushed after him.

"Phew—" After Eric and his men left, Alex let out a long sigh of relief.

He had been gambling the entire time!

That earlier calm demeanor? It was all an act!

He was betting that the power he relied on would be enough to suppress Eric! And it seemed he'd won! Of course, if he had lost, he'd probably be dead, and transmigrated again by now.