902 Brought To The Middle Of Nowhere

Of course, things were never so simple…

The minute Alex thought about his relaxing evening, his intercom rang.

Rolling his eyes up in annoyance, Alex got up to check who it was. It was the front desk.

Tapping the screen to answer, Alex put on a bright smile.

"Yes, Peter. What can I do for you?"

"Mr. Leduc. Good day to you. You have a visitor in the lobby. Says she needs to talk to you urgently."

Alex frowned. He wasn't expecting anyone to come here.

A call, sure. But not a visit.

"Did she give her name?" he asked.

"Yes. It's madam Constantine Levesque…" the man said, looking at the woman with a tinge of fear.

Alex's smile dropped, his face going placid.

"Tell her to fuck off. I don't want to see her," Alex said, before hanging up.

But as he walked back toward the sofa, his intercom rang again. Alex growled low as he glared at the damn device.

He tapped to reply and looked a lot less happy.