Alexander let out a deep, mocking laugh, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous joke. "Hahaha! How can she be behind this?" he scoffed, shaking his head in amusement.
Still smirking, he stepped closer to Veronica, his tall frame towering over her. With a slow, deliberate movement, he reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her cheek for the briefest moment.
His touch was firm, yet controlled, as if sealing his words with an unshakable conviction.
"She doesn't even qualify to wash your shoes," he said coldly. "How can she possibly manage to destroy a company or even challenge me?"
His voice carried the arrogance of a man who ruled without opposition, his confidence unwavering.
He took a step back, his piercing gaze locking onto hers. "Stop thinking about it," he commanded. "Focus on the press conference that's coming up. Let me take care of everything."
His words were final—an assurance and an order wrapped in one.
