Chapter 271
“It’s pointless for Richard to know,” Alexander scoffed, his voice laced with venom. “After all, you’re nothing but a bastard.”
His words cut through the air like a blade.
“One falls, another rises.”
“You’re replaceable.”
There was no trace of hope or respect left in his eyes when he looked at his father now. His gaze was frigid, a blizzard of contempt, and the aura around him was suffocating.
When he swung the baseball bat at Damian, there wasn’t a single moment of hesitation.
Damian crumpled instantly, too broken to even crawl away.
The room fell into stunned silence.
Who could have predicted that Alexander would strike his own brother so mercilessly in front of everyone?
“Alexander, have you lost your mind?” Even Victoria was horrified by the sheer brutality of his actions.
She rushed forward, abandoning all decorum, and cradled Damian’s battered body.
“Damian, my darling, what will I do if something happens to you?” Her voice cracked, tears shimmering in her eyes as she clung to him.
She spun toward James, the butler, her tone sharp with panic.
“James, don’t just stand there! Get a doctor—now! And inform Richard to come see what his son has done!”
Despite the desperation in her voice, a calculating gleam lingered in her eyes.
If Richard saw the extent of Damian’s injuries, he’d have no choice but to punish Alexander.
Damian groaned in agony.
“Mom… it hurts. I think my spine is shattered.”
His vision swam, but the hatred burning in his eyes was unmistakable as he glared up at Alexander.
“When Father gets here… you’ll pay for this.”
His hands trembled as they clenched into fists. He wanted nothing more than to lash out, but he forced himself to hold back.
Now wasn’t the time.
He would wait for his father to arrive—and then watch Alexander be humiliated.
The others exchanged uneasy glances. Even Julian shifted uncomfortably, sensing something was off.
Isabella, too, noticed the subtle tension. It was obvious Damian and Victoria had come here solely to provoke trouble.
James hesitated, casting a wary glance at Alexander.
“Mr. Kingsley—”
“It’s fine,” Alexander said coolly, rolling down his sleeves with deliberate precision. “Go fetch him. He should be curious about why Damian and Victoria were caught on surveillance at the docks the same day Amelia and I were attacked.”
His voice was calm, but it carried an undercurrent of menace that sent a chill through the room.
“And then, conveniently, they pretended to know nothing about it.”
When he finally lifted his gaze, the dangerous glint in his eyes made Victoria sway on her feet.
“You—you’ve misunderstood,” she stammered, her mind racing to recall that day’s events.
She had ensured every incriminating piece of footage was erased. How had Alexander gotten his hands on it?
Even though she didn’t know how he’d obtained the video, Victoria knew one thing—she couldn’t afford to show fear now.
Even if they were on camera, there was no concrete proof linking them to the kidnapping.
“Alexander, it’s true Damian and I were at the docks, but we were only there for a round of golf. We didn’t notice anything unusual,” she explained, forcing her voice to remain steady.
“If I’d known something was wrong, I would have sent help immediately.”
Damian shot her a confused look but quickly nodded in agreement.
“Exactly! You can’t accuse us without evidence!”
Despite his defiant words, pain wracked his body. Alexander hadn’t held back a single ounce of force.
Rage and humiliation burned inside him, barely contained.
“Mom… we have to wait for Father to—”
Before he could finish, Victoria’s hand lashed out, striking him across the face.
The sharp crack of the slap echoed through the room.
Damian, already reeling from the beating, blinked in shock, his ears ringing.
He had always been coddled and indulged, raised to believe he was destined to surpass Alexander and claim the title of heir to the Kingsley Group.
He couldn’t understand why his mother had struck him at that moment.
