The accusation reverberated in Theodore's skull—Alexander had been faking his paralysis. The weight of this revelation crushed him.

Alexander moved with lethal grace, disabling one of Theodore's guards. His focus was absolute, fixed solely on his primary objective.

His own men engaged Theodore's forces without hesitation. The luxurious expanse of Serenity Oaks descended into violent chaos.

"Have you gone insane? This is Mr. Vance's home!" Theodore's guards yelled, their voices a mixture of disbelief and fury. Their protests were cut short by the ruthless efficiency of Alexander's team.

The atmosphere crackled with hostility. Events moved too fast for Theodore to fully process. His eyes widened in stunned disbelief for a crucial moment.

Alexander's fist shot toward him. Theodore tried to dodge, driven by pure instinct.

The movement sent a searing agony through his injured shoulder. "Argh!" he cried out, his face contorting with pain. His concentration shattered.

That split-second of weakness was all the opening Alexander required. His blow landed with brutal force.

The impact hurled Theodore from the sofa. He hit the polished floor with a sickening thud.

Stunned, he struggled to rise. The pain in his shoulder was now a distant concern compared to his humiliation.

Clutching his aching jaw, he saw fresh blood staining his sleeve.

Rage consumed him. He glared at Alexander, spitting the words through gritted teeth. "You worthless bastard, Alexander! You think you can assault me and live? You're sealing your fate!"

Alexander's expression remained icily detached. He delivered another punishing strike directly to Theodore's face.

Theodore collapsed again, his body failing to respond.

"Boss!" his men shouted in alarm, rushing to form a defensive circle around him.

The physical blows were nothing compared to the damage to his pride.

He cursed the injury that had left him vulnerable. On any normal day, Alexander would be no match for him.

Furious beyond reason, Theodore roared his command. "Everyone! Take him down! Make this fool understand his place!"

At his order, a fresh wave of his loyal bodyguards poured into the room, quickly outnumbering Alexander's smaller group.

A smug, cruel smile twisted Theodore's lips. The situation was turning in his favor.

Alexander's luck had run out. There was no escape now.

No matter how skilled he was, he was trapped in Theodore's domain, surrounded and outmaneuvered. This was a battle Alexander could not win.

Theodore's men advanced, their footsteps echoing a grim finality. Alexander's own guards surged forward, placing themselves between him and the threat.

"Mr. Blackwood, stay back!"

But their bravery was no match for the overwhelming numbers. Theodore's forces descended upon them like a tidal wave, quickly gaining the upper hand.

"Get off me!" Alexander's men grunted, struggling helplessly against their captors. They could only watch in despair as the enemy closed in on Alexander.

Theodore stood tall, his voice dripping with contempt. "Alexander, get on your knees and beg. I might just let you keep your miserable life."

Alexander's composure was unshakable. His gaze swept calmly over the hostile faces surrounding him. A faint, derisive smile touched his lips. "You have it backwards," he stated, his voice cool and sharp. "You're the one who should be begging."

Theodore was stunned by this sheer audacity. Frustration boiled inside him.

How dare that arrogant piece of trash act like he was in control here?

He would teach Alexander a lesson he would remember for the rest of his short life.

His eyes narrowed into venomous slits. A chilling order was on his lips.