Meanwhile, Alexander was on his way home when he sensed someone following him.
"Are you Alexander?" A man adorned with a large gold chain and tiger tattoos blocked his path.
"What do you want?" Alexander raised an eyebrow.
"Is Evelyn Miller your wife?" The tiger-tattooed man eyed Alexander and asked.
"Yes, what about it?" He suddenly had a bad feeling.
"Pity," the man shook his head.
"What do you mean? What's a pity?!" Alexander's tone turned cold and stern.
"That such a beautiful woman married a loser like you. Isn't that a waste?" the man scoffed.
"Is Evelyn in your hands?" Alexander felt an ominous premonition. His calls to Evelyn had been unreachable, and now it seemed something had indeed happened.
"Loser! Better worry about yourself," the tiger-tattooed man sneered, "Mr. Ha
