At Alexander’s signal, a few bodyguards moved at once, seizing Mrs.
Thompson without hesitation.
She panicked instantly.
“Young Master, what are you doing?!”
Alexander’s voice was ice, his expression even colder.
“Mrs.
Thompson, need I remind you?
Summer is my wife—the sole mistress of this house.
If she slaps you, you take it.And you have the nerve to complain to me?Are you tired of living?”
“Take her out and throw her into the sea!”
His face had turned to stone, eyes sharp enough to freeze a soul.
In that moment, it was clear—her life meant nothing.
Only his Summer mattered.
The bodyguards didn’t hesitate.
One began dragging her toward the door.
Terrified, Mrs.
Thompson shrieked:
“Young Master, please!
I’ve served your family for years—how can you treat me like this?!”
“The whole staff saw your wife slap me and force me to my knees!
And now I’mto blame?The whole city will say you’ve lost your mind!”
After so many years in the Barron household—and favored by Mr.
Barron Sr.—she’d begun to see herself as family.
Of course she’d act superior around a “fool” like Summer.
What she never expected was that to Alexander, that so-called foolish wife meant everything… while she remained just a servant.
“Still don’t get it, do you?”
Alexander’s gaze sharpened, slicing like a blade.
He flicked his wrist.
“Pull the surveillance footage from this morning!”
“Yes, sir!”
One guard sprinted off—these weren’t ordinary staff; they were Ethan Hart’s brothers from St.
Peter’s Fight Fortress, elite mercenaries trained for speed and precision.
In under a minute, the footage was projected on the wall.
The room dimmed slightly as Alexander’s eyes locked on the screen.
There was Summer, freshly awake, wandering the villa desperately searching for him—frantic, on the verge of tears.
Yet no one lifted a finger to help.
She looked so small.
So helpless.
And what was he doing while she was being cornered?
Sitting alone, zoning out in the garden—completely unaware she was being bullied by Mrs.
Worse still—the audio was clear.
Mrs.
Thompson had actually called his precious girl a fool?
Unacceptable.
If Summer hadn’t stood up for herself… would she have been crushed?
How many times had it happened without him knowing?
The longer he watched, the darker his expression grew.
A storm gathered in his eyes—one that could shred the sky.
“Well, Mrs.
Thompson?” His voice was low, dangerous, cutting straight to the bone.
“I—I was wrong!
I shouldn’t have targeted her!
Please, Young Master—I’ve been loyal all these years.
Give me one more chance!”
Her face had gone pale as the marble floor.
One look at Alexander’s murderous glare made her legs buckle.
With the evidence laid bare, even she couldn’t deny it.
All she could do was beg—banking on her years of service, praying he’d show mercy.
But Alexander didn’t care for hollow loyalty.
He didn’t even glance her way.
Instead, his eyes softened as he turned to Summer.
“Summer, you decide—how should she pay for this?”
Summer blinked her wide, innocent eyes, looking every bit the confused sweetheart.
“Big brother, I don’t want Mrs.
Thompson to die.I just want her to personally take care of my every need.
That’s enough.”
In her heart, Summer remembered everything—she wasn’t about to let Mrs.
Thompson off easy.
Alexander understood perfectly.
His gaze cooled again as it returned to the trembling woman, enough to freeze her where she stood.
Mrs.
Thompson shuddered.
She knew—life would never be the same.
Just as expected, Alexander’s voice was glacial as he commanded:
“You heard the lady.
From now on, you are personally responsible for her every need.”
“If she is even slightly displeased, your next destination is the ocean floor.”
“Y-Yes!
Of course!” Mrs.
Thompson nodded frantically, face bloodless. New chapters come out on g.com first.
Just as she began to relax, Alexander’s next words drained the last of the color from her cheeks:
“Now.
Go cook for both of us.”
“What?” She couldn’t believe her ears.She… cook?
She’d been treated like royalty in the main house—meals prepared for her, tailored to her tastes.
Since when did she step into the kitchen?
“I won’t repeat myself.”
His voice dropped to a icy growl, his stare piercing.
Even the giant mastiff—sensing her disrespect—bared its teeth, blue eyes flickering crimson.
It looked ready to lunge.
Mrs.
Thompson jolted in terror.
Truth be told, she was more afraid of ending up in the dog’s mouth than at the bottom of the sea.
Defeated, she tucked tail and scrambled toward the kitchen.
From behind, Summer watched her flee, a cold glint in her eyes veiled by a gentle smile.
Mrs.
Thompson had basked in praise and privilege for too long—she’d begun to believe she was above the mistress of the house.
Pathetic.
Alexander’s gaze—unreadable, deep—swept over the rest of the staff.
Each look was like a sheet of frost.
“You’ve all seen what happened to Mrs.
Thompson.
If anyone else disrespects my wife… you’re next.”
The warning was clear—he was establishing her authority, silencing all opposition.
After this, no one would dare side with Mrs.
Thompson again.
The staff, knowing Alexander never made empty threats, rushed to pledge their loyalty.
Summer stood tall at the center of it all, confidence glowing.
Having someone this powerful in her corner… it felt different.
Just then, a servant entered and announced:
“Sir, ma’am—Mr.
Knight is here.”
Summer’s eyes lit up instantly.
A cold, sharp smile touched her lips.
Perfect.
Time to deal with Charles Knight and Margaret Blake.