Rising from her seat with a smile, Alexandra approached him.
"What's going through that head of yours, brother?" she asked, clearly ticked off. "You didn't answer my question."
"I-"
Mr. Petrov parted his lips to speak, but an unexpected kick to his groin forced him down on his knees.
"Right there is where you speak to me from," Alexandra said, grinning. "You forget too much and it's starting to irritate me, brother."
Mr. Petrov's body trembled in horrible pain, and his hands clenched, almost as if he were trying to grab onto the floor. Curvy lines of veins popped up on his neck, and he groaned under his breath, enduring the pain.
"Hmm, always as tough as I remember," Alexandra hummed, her gray eyes stretching as she smiled. "How is the auction coming up?"
"We are…" Mr. Petrov sucked in a shaky breath. "We are well prepared for it." He wasn't looking at Alexandra's face, but he could tell she was smirking.
