Chapter 242
Alexander Hamilton's gaze was icy.
The jagged edge of the broken bottle pressed against the drunkard's throat, drawing a thin line of blood.
Mrs. Harrison trembled in the corner. "This is going to end in murder..."
Annabelle Taylor rushed forward to intervene, but Alexander shoved her aside.
The drunkard sobered instantly.
Terror filled his eyes as he stared at the blood on his neck, his legs shaking uncontrollably. "Please, sir... spare me..."
Alexander smirked coldly, tossed the bottle aside, and dragged the man by his collar toward the window.
"Alexander!" Annabelle collapsed to the floor, her voice trembling.
The window slammed open.
A gust of cold wind rushed in, carrying the metallic scent of the lake.
The drunkard dangled halfway out, his soul nearly leaving his body. "I was wrong! I swear!"
Alexander's grip loosened slightly.
"Ah—!"
The man's hair skimmed the water's surface.
He flailed desperately, grasping at nothing.
"Enjoying the taste?" Alexander's voice was eerily calm.
The drunkard's face was drenched, his teeth chattering. "W-what?"
Alexander let go a little more.
With a splash, the man's head plunged completely underwater.
Bubbles erupted on the surface.
Three seconds later, Alexander yanked him back up.
The drunkard coughed violently, snot and tears streaming down his face.
"I asked—does the lake taste good?"
"No! It's disgusting!" The man wailed. "Please, have mercy!"
Alexander's lips curled.
His fingers opened.
The drunkard submerged again.
This time, longer.
When he was hauled up, his eyes had rolled back.
Annabelle lunged forward, clutching Alexander's arm. "You'll go to prison!"
He shook her off. "Been there before."
"It was all for me—"
"That's why I regret it now." His gaze pinned her. "Take your parents and get out."
The drunkard hung limp as a dead fish over the windowsill.
Alexander leaned close to his ear. "If I ever see you harass anyone again, next time won't be just a drink."
He released his grip.
"SPLASH—"
The lake erupted in a violent spray.