The expression on the man’s face immediately transformed from that of confidence to fright.
“B-blackwood?” He stammered before falling to his knees. “I had no i-idea you were with her sir, please forgive me.”
“Get out before I do something despicable.” Alexander briefly speaks, wiping the dirt on his hand with his silky handkerchief.
The three men all nodded hastily before quickly scurrying away like frightened rabbits and it made me wonder, why was everyone so afraid of Alexander? Even in my past life, everyone including the Winston's were terrified of him, I mean looking at him you'd instantly know he's not someone to be messed with, but that alone couldn't be the reason why everyone was so scared, right?
I push that thought aside and instead force a small smile at him. “Thank you.
