Chapter 781

Alexander Hamilton hung up the front desk call and glanced toward his office door.

Vincent Croix had already barged in, trailed by several flustered security guards.

"Leave us," Alexander dismissed with a wave.

The guards retreated gratefully.

Vincent stormed to the desk in three strides, slamming both palms on the polished surface. "Mr. Hamilton, isn't meddling in others' affairs beneath you?"

Alexander arched an eyebrow.

That tone sounded eerily familiar.

It reminded him of his own demeanor when confronting Liam Macmillan. A cold smirk curled his lips. "Evidence, Mr. Croix. You'll need it."

The office temperature seemed to plummet.

Vincent's fists clenched until his knuckles turned white.

He inhaled sharply, forcing his rage down. "My wife and daughter have been missing for months."

Alexander leaned back in his chair, gaze glacial. "Still calling her your wife after filing for divorce?"

"Who said we're getting divorced?" Vincent slammed the desk.

Alexander remained unmoved. "The court summons says otherwise."

Vincent's face darkened.

He suddenly yanked a newspaper from his briefcase and slapped it onto the desk. "Explain this then."

The front page displayed a New Year's Eve photo.

Alexander's pupils contracted slightly.

The image showed him and Evelyn Carter pushing a stroller, their backs to the camera.

"Bianca owns that exact stroller model." Vincent's glare burned into Alexander. "Where's my daughter?"

Alexander methodically closed a file. "That model's sold everywhere."

"Alexander Hamilton!" Vincent ground his teeth. "You're determined to oppose me?"

Alexander pressed the intercom. "Escort our guest out."

Vincent slammed a hand over the phone. "I can secure you the East District land deal."

"Not interested." The words dripped ice.

A dangerous glint flashed in Vincent's eyes. "You'll regret this."

"Threatening me?" Alexander chuckled. "Vincent Croix, you're not even in my league."

The door crashed shut behind Vincent's furious exit.

Alexander immediately dialed Evelyn. "Is the baby with you?"

Giggles bubbled through the receiver.

"Yes, why?" Evelyn sounded puzzled.

Alexander recounted the confrontation in low tones.

Silence.

Then a trembling whisper. "He's insane... That's his own flesh and blood..."

Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the infant's innocent smile.

Evelyn tightened her arms around the child.