“Well, well,” Richard mocked, leaning over Alexander. “Time for early retirement.”
Alexander rasped weakly, maintaining the act. “Richard… you were my friend… I trusted you…”
“Business is business,” Richard laughed, pulling Victoria into a shameless kiss. “And Victoria deserves a real man. Sign.”
The documents were placed on Alexander’s chest. Total transfer of assets. A financial execution.
“I… can’t move my hand,” Alexander muttered.
“I’ll help,” Victoria said sweetly, grabbing his limp hand and forcing a pen between his fingers. “Sign—and it all ends.”
At that moment, Elena burst into the room.