I Refuse to Be Your Second Choice novel Chapter 130

Just moments before, Alexander had been heading back to the banquet hall when Bruce Ward approached him from the side.

"Camila White's brother is getting more depraved by the day," Bruce remarked idly. "He's moved on to office workers now. I just saw him carrying some poor woman upstairs. I wonder whose life he's going to ruin this time."

Alexander stopped dead in his tracks. The image of the woman with her face hidden flashed in his mind. He couldn't see her, but he'd had a nagging feeling of familiarity.

He immediately pulled out his phone and called Arianna Mitchell.

"You were supposed to be meeting her for business! She left to see you! What do you mean, Alexander? Have you not seen Natalie? Is she missing?!"

Arianna's frantic voice was so loud that even Bruce, standing a few feet away, could hear it.

Without a word, Alexander ended the call and turned, walking away with purpose.

"What's going on?" Bruce hurried to catch up. Alexander's face was a thunderous mask, and he moved with such speed and intensity that it was almost frightening.

Bruce turned to Aaron Lee, who was struggling to keep pace.

Aaron's expression was just as grim. He already had a good idea of what had happened. He leaned in and whispered to Bruce, "I think Mr. White is finished."

As if on cue, Alexander glanced back at Bruce. "Get me Benjamin White's room number."

The Grand Regency Hotel belonged to the Ward family, so it was a simple request for Bruce.

"What did Benjamin do?" he asked, still confused.

Alexander stood silently by the elevator as Aaron pressed the button. His voice was a low, chilling whisper. "He has a death wish."

When the hotel manager learned that Bruce Ward wanted Benjamin White's room number, he came running personally. Bruce was his boss, and with a murderous-looking Alexander Ramirez standing beside him, the hotel's privacy policy was the last thing on his mind.

But when he knocked, Benjamin refused to open the door, yelling at them to go away. The manager was about to use a master key card when the figure behind him shot forward and kicked the door clean off its hinges.

Everyone froze.

"No need. All of you, get out," Alexander commanded. His voice was as cold as ice, capable of freezing a man's soul. He took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around Natalie, then lifted her into his arms. He looked at Bruce. "I need an empty room."

Bruce understood immediately. "Your presidential suite is always kept ready for you."

Alexander instructed Aaron to watch Benjamin, then carried Natalie to the top floor.

Inside the suite, he gently laid her on the bed. As he straightened up, he felt a tug on his necktie. She was clutching it tightly. He leaned down, his voice soft in her ear. "I'll be right back. Don't be afraid."

Natalie was trembling, shaking her head, refusing to let go.

Alexander undid the tie and gently draped a blanket over her. "Count from one to five hundred. I'll be back by then."

After a long moment, Natalie finally nodded.

Downstairs in the executive suite, a crazed Benjamin was still cursing and thrashing. Every time he tried to get up, Aaron kicked him back down. Bruce didn't intervene. The kid had messed with Alexander Ramirez. He really did have a death wish.