Peyton had always been displeased with Alexander—a useless man, in his eyes, undeserving of someone as divine as Eleanor.
Eleanor, in Peyton's mind, was meant for him.
Alexander? He was nothing but an obstacle that needed to be removed.
“Eat by yourself.” Alexander coldly replied.
Peyton laughed heartily, stepped closer, and patted Alexander’s shoulder twice, whispering in his ear: “Alexander, I advise you to divorce Eleanor as soon as possible. Otherwise, I’ll make sure you can't stay here any longer."
With that, Peyton led his group past Alexander and into the main hall of Silver Cobras.
Alexander stood there, his gaze icy, emitting a deadly aura. He clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and walked out the door.
Meanwhile, as Peyton approached the entrance, he noticed a middle-a
