BXBX NOVEL Chapter 209: Who is Master Xander
Purple Summers was terrified, even though Alexander Summers had been worried she might have nightmares from seeing the bloody scene and had tried to cover it with a blanket.
It wasn’t the sudden assassination that scared her, nor the terrifying killers, but rather the realization of who Alexander Summers truly was.
His life was filled with blood, murder, and endless life-or-death struggles. Even though he wasn’t a womanizer, he still wasn’t a good match for her.
She should stay far away from him!
Purple shivered all over.
The sounds of combat outside subsided, and someone turned on the room’s ceiling light, revealing the dreadful scene in bright light.
Alexander’s beautiful bodyguard walked in, lightly wounded with blood stains on the corners of her lips, her expression cold as ever.
“Master Xander, we left someone alive. Do you want to interrogate him?”
Hearing the words but seemingly not reacting, Alexander lovingly picked up Purple and carried her out of the room.
Pausing slightly at the doorway, he coldly glanced at the mess both inside and outside the room, disgustedly saying, “Clean it up.”
“Yes.”
Alexander carried Purple to another room to rest.
As she left, Purple looked past his shoulder to see his subordinates carrying the bloodstained quilt from the room – the warm swan-down quilt that had been covering her just a minute before was now being used as a body bag, soaked with blood…
People went in and out, quiet as ghosts, busily cleaning up the ancient mansion, carrying away corpses, and washing away blood, as if the assassination had been nothing more than a fleeting absurd drama in the middle of the night.
Purple watched in a daze, unsure what to feel.
Once in the new room, everything – the bedding and pillows – were all brand new, soft and comfortable. The thick smell of blood from earlier was no longer there.
Purple felt a little better, but her face was still pale.
Alexander tucked her into bed and studied her carefully. Seeing that she was in a daze but not crying, he felt a bit relieved.
“It’s over.” He held her in his arms and gently comforted her, “Purple, I’m here, be good… don’t be afraid…”
But she was afraid of him.
Purple felt her heart grow heavy.
“Alexander Summers, why are people always trying to kill you…” she murmured absently.
Lying down while holding her, Alexander tenderly stroked her cold, smooth hair. “The Howard Family has a few uncles who have never accepted their roles. It doesn’t matter, though; they’re getting old and won’t have much time left to enjoy life. After tonight, they should quiet down for a long time.”
Purple was thoughtful. “So you purposely provoked that woman…”
“Yes, she was sent by a friend to help me. I usually don’t use female bodyguards, but because this was sudden and I needed to catch a spy, I staged the scene to confuse our enemies. Those old men thought I had been pursuing pleasure in the mansion and would let my guard down, but I had prepared my forces.”
Alexander kissed her and continued, “I didn’t know they would make their move tonight, though. Don’t worry, I won’t let you experience anything like this again.”
In reality, there was a simple way to avoid such incidents: just by not seeing Alexander Summers…
Thinking to herself, Purple felt strange, as if she had underestimated Alexander’s position in the Howard Family.
If he could attract the attention and retribution of the Howard Family’s elders, it must be because he was an obstacle to certain people’s interests. But he was just helping Master Xander; even if he was killed, someone else would do his job…
…Wait.
She seemed to have just heard…heard the female bodyguard exclaim: Master Xander, be careful!
Purple’s heart raced suddenly.
… Could Alexander Summers be Master Xander?
Alexander Summers…
Alexander…
Master Xander…
Master Xander! She should have guessed it!
But how could that be? Shouldn’t the head of the Howard Family have the surname Howard?!
Suddenly turning in bed, Purple faced Alexander and asked, “Who is Master Xander? Is that you?”