Chapter 9
The Cube was a famous private club in Amber Bay, a paradise for the wealthy. Any guest here could easily determine the fate of many ordinary people.
The private room was packed. Abigail lounged casually, more relaxed than some of the men.
She asked, "Oliver, did you drag me here just so Alexander could yell at me?"
Expressionless, Alexander leaned on the sofa, his legs crossed. The dim light shone only on his chest, leaving his face shrouded in shadow, making him enigmatic.
Oliver Vanderbilt, Abigail's brother, frowned and said in a low voice, "Apologize to Ms. Morgan, and this will all blow over."
He thought, 'Everyone knows Alexander spoils Getty. I've let Abigail get away with too much. She's really crossed the line this time!'
Abigail said, "No. I hit her because I felt like it. Oliver, she had it coming!"
Getty's face turned livid. She abruptly stood up but quickly sat back down due to the pain in her foot.
She snapped, "Don't push it! I was with Alexander before he got married!"
Abigail sneered, "If that's the case, they've been together for over a decade. Where were you then?"
Getty retorted, "That's different! She's just an orphan. The Kennedys took pity on her and let her stay..."
Before she could finish, Alexander smashed his wine glass on the table, producing a crisp, explosive sound that startled everyone.
His face was terrifyingly grim as he turned around to look at Abigail. "Apologize."
Abigail raised an eyebrow and said slowly yet clearly, "No."
Oliver sighed, "I'll apologize for her. You know Abigail-she'd rather die than say sorry."
Alexander scoffed, "You want to apologize for her? Fine. Drink all the wine on the table."
The drinks on the table were all spirits, at least twenty bottles.
Yet Oliver nodded without hesitation. "Okay."
Abigail's eyes widened. "Oliver, are you nuts? Apologize to her? She doesn't deserve it!"
"Shut up!" Oliver glared at her and then picked up a bottle.
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She snatched the bottle from his hand and smashed it on the floor, the sound of breaking glass deafening.
"Don't drink! I hit her. This has nothing to do with you. Alexander, if you've got the guts, come at me. Show me what you've got. You might as well kill me today if you can!"
In an instant, several burly bodyguards rushed in, blocking the room completely.
Seeing that, she realized Alexander meant it. Oliver was in a dilemma, and she was well aware that he didn't want to be at odds with Alexander, nor did he want her to suffer. In other words, he would bear the brunt eventually. Taking a deep breath, she bent down and picked up a bottle, saying, "Fine. You want an apology? Alexander, don't bother. I slapped her, so I'll make it up to her double. She'll love that, right?"
With that, she grabbed the bottle and smashed it against her head.
Just then, Quinn walked in and saw the whole scene.