Finding Out The Billionaire

Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Time Is Up

Heather, is our five-year relationship and all the sacrifices that I’d made really not even worth thirty million?

Alex had a devastated look upon his face.

He could vaguely make out how miserable he looked, as he saw his reflection, in Heather’s indifferent eyes.

Just then, a waiter came over with two glasses of wine.

Walt picked one up and passed it to Heather.

“Heather, after you drink this glass of wine, you’ll become the woman whom I’ll protect for the rest of my life,” Walt uttered with sincerity. Heather gulped down the wine, feeling completely numb.

“Pfft!”

Alex felt a surge of liquid rise in his throat as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Heather’s stomach dropped. She put down her half-finished wine glass and dashed towards Alex.

“You… You… You…”

Heather stopped in front of Alex as a stab of pain spread throughout her chest. Tears soon escaped the corners of her eyes.

She started bawling her eyes out, crying.

When everyone saw that Alex was angered to the point of vomiting blood, they did not show sympathy, but rather, they had hurled more insults at him instead.

“See? This is what it’s like being a live-in son-in-law. Powerless, as he watches his own woman run into the arms of another man. All he can do is think, of where things went wrong.”

“He’s just a piece of trash who parasites off his wife and her family. What a disgrace to the male species. Serves him right!”

“I feel so ashamed to have once been in the same class with a spineless man like him.”

“If my man was this weak and incompetent, my mother would have kicked him out a long time ago.”

Everyone mocked him as they gloated at his misfortune.

Heartache and disappointment fought for dominance in Heather’s heart, and she felt confused by her own emotions.

“Heather, you’ve always complained that I was a useless man who never made an effort to become better. Well today, I’ll show you what kind of man I am!”

Ignoring the jabs and jeers from the crowd, Alex wiped off the blood on the edge of his mouth with the back of his hand, a murderous glint surfacing in his eyes. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

His entire demeanor changed, to resemble a god of war.

The temperature in the hall seemed to drop, causing everyone to feel chilled to the bone.

Heather was shocked as she had never seen this side of Alex before.

This was exactly what she had been looking for in a man!

Walt and the rest had frowns between their brows as they were startled by the sudden and drastic change in Alex.

“Trash will always be trash. No matter how much you try, you can’t change the fact that Heather is already mine today.”

Walt looked at Alex with a smirk. “I’m sure watching your woman wearing another man’s ring and drinking with him upsets you a lot.”

He strode forward to stand directly before Alex with a cruel look in his eyes.

“I don’t just want your woman to drink with me, I want her to be the center of attention for the whole world to see. All you’ll be able to do is watch helplessly as you go mad with fury. You’re just a trashy and penniless moron who has nothing to offer. Do you think you can compete with me over a woman?

Walt’s eyes were filled with disdain. He clapped his hands twice and five muscular men came forward.

The five burly men looked Heather up and down with lecherous gazes.

The sight of these five men shocked everyone at the scene and left them wondering just what Walt had in mind.

“These five experienced men are the ones who’ll give you the official title as a cuckold. You can watch the live broadcast in the room later, or you can choose to stay here to watch the video projection. I believe that you’ll be happy with them. Hahaha!”

Walt laughed maniacally as his eyes shone with the high that came with revenge.

“Walt, what do you mean?” Heather’s face had paled. It didn’t take a genius to see his malicious intention.

“Do you feel helpless? Devastated? Regretful?”

Walt then turned towards Heather with a vicious sneer. “You thought too highly of yourself, Heather. Do you think that I’m lacking in women? Did you seriously think that I was that desperate to f*** you?”

His lips lifted into a mocking smile. “You’re impure and I don’t have the slightest interest in f***ing you. These five will be the ones doing the deed today. Not only that, but I’ll also record the entire process and post it on the internet, so that the whole world can see what kind of woman you, our former school belle, really are.”

“You should lie back and enjoy it as much as you can later. Hahaha!” He cackled with laughter.

Walt had never been so delighted in his whole life.

His wrath and thirst for vengeance were what she had to endure for rejecting him previously!

When the other students heard what Walt had said, although they weren’t fond of Heather and Alex, the hair on their bodies stood on end with fear.

Heather staggered backward. In an instant, her body seemed to be completely drained of energy.

At this moment, she was filled with despair and her face was as white as a sheet.

She knew that Walt didn’t harbor sincere intentions.

However, she never expected him to be so ruthless!

If things really went according to his plan, she wouldn’t be able to face herself, much less other people in the future!

Heather’s mind had gone blank and desperation filled every cell in her body.

Walt lifted a glass of red wine from the waiter’s tray and smugly took a sip from it.

Then, he took a cigar from the waiter, allowing the waiter to light it for him. He drew a deep puff and blew a cloud of smoke at Alex.

“Alex, being the trashy and penniless moron that you are, how are you going to fight against me? Hahaha!” Walt laughed arrogantly, looking as though he had already won the battle.

“You have three minutes left, so enjoy acting high and mighty while you still can.”

Alex fixed his cold gaze upon Walt before taking out his phone to deliver a text message.

With a curl of his lips, he spat, “In three minutes, you’ll know what it feels like to be in a living hell, so cherish your last three minutes.”

“Are you threatening me, saying that you’ll make my life a living hell?”

Walt wore a surprised expression and looked at Alex with concern, like one would, at a mentally retarded person. He cupped a hand around his ear and mocked, “Is that what you’d meant? I didn’t hear you clearly.”

“Mr. Wallace, did he really just say that he’ll make your life a living hell in three minutes?” Hannah burst into laughter.

Walt slipped out another cigar and flicked it at Alex’s face with a contemptuous look. “Make my life a living hell, huh? With just your mouth?”

“Hahaha!”

“King of bulls***!”

The crowd erupted with laughter as they stared at Alex with similar derogatory gazes.

All the anger must have messed up this guy’s head.

“C’mon then! Show me just how you’re going to make my life a living hell!”

Alex calmly glanced at his phone. “Two minutes.”

“Sure, I’m waiting.” Walt smiled, more than ready to toy around with Alex again.

“One minute!” Alex announced.

“C’mon guys, let’s do a countdown for him.”

Walt cackled loudly and prompted the crowd to follow his lead. “Fifty-nine.”

“Fifty-eight.”

“Fifty-seven.”

Everyone quickly joined in, with ridicule swirling in their eyes.

Since Alex wanted to act cool, they would play along with him.

“Ten.”

“Nine.”

…

“Two.”

“Time’s up.”

Walt and the others looked at Alex tauntingly.

Alex stared at Walt with a calm expression.

“You’re right. Your time is indeed up.”