Coolest Girl in Town (Elise and Alexander) novel Chapter 985

The man stood where he was with an arrogant stance of a victor.

"You piece of sh*t! That was against the rules!" Narissa boomed.

"Who cares as long as it works? Toodle-oo!"

The man flicked the visor of his hat uncaringly and ran outside without a backward glance.

His journey downstairs was smooth.

After he walked out of the back door of the building, he turned into an alley where he parked his car.

He unlocked the car with his key and quickly got into it before slamming the door shut.

He had just inserted the key to make his great escape when the car alarm sounded as soon as he turned the key. "Leakage in the vehicle's tire! Repair required! Repair required!"

At the same time, the doors were automatically locked and all the windows were rolled up, sealing the entire car into an airtight space.

Seeing this, the man hurriedly slammed his body against the door. However, the result was one that he imagined—there was no way he could use his strength and his body made of flesh and bones to compete with steel. He was completely locked inside.

Knock! Knock!

A series of knocks rang out from the car window on the other side.

Hearing that, the man turned his face that way and saw that Alexander was already standing beside the car at some point.

"You punctured my tires, so I let out the air from yours. An eye for an eye. We are even now. This is the third time. I'm sure you have nothing to say in your defense."

The man glanced at Alexander and turned his head to the front as he hit the steering wheel, sounding the car horn.

Alexander had caught and let go of the man twice now. The man would either have to be brave or stupid enough to make a run for it again. There was no hope for him if he fell into Alexander's hands again a third time.

Left with no choice, he obediently followed Alexander and Elise back to the Griffith Manor.

The first thing they did when they got home was to give Narissa the antidote.

The drug this time was specially made to tackle Narissa based on the previous time, which made it more potent. The antidote they had in hand was completely useless against the drug. In the end, the man had to use acupuncture on her to nullify the residue of drugs in her.

"It's done." The man plucked out the last needle and let out a long sigh of relief. "You must be super strong. Only half of your body got numb after I poked a needle in you. Any ordinary person would have lost the ability to move a long time ago."

"I wouldn't have to put up with being half numb if you hadn't poked me with your damn needle!" Narissa glared at him, her eyes ablaze.

"It took a fight for the two of you to know each other, hmm? Go on, shake your hands and forget about the past grudges. You're friends from now on." Alexander became the mediator between the two. After he said that, he threw the man a knowing look, prompting him to take the first step.

Fine! I'll be a gentleman this one time, the man thought before he thrusted a hand forward without any hesitation. "Miss Cuber, I apologize for offending you."

Face glum, Narissa reached out and shook it without an ounce of sincerity. Right when the man was about to retract his hand, she suddenly raised her hand and slapped him.

Whack!

The startled man covered a hand over his cheek and shrieked, "What are you doing?!"

"Now this is fair!" Narissa huffed.

The man was so angry that his other cheek also puffed out. "Now I know what people mean when they say that small-minded men and women are the hardest to deal with!"

"Ahem!" Alexander forced a cough and pretended like he hadn't seen the slap. Instead, he read out some information about the man. "Zephyr Lorwhal, one of the most outstanding graduates from Area X. Nicknamed Modern-Day Hippocrates, also known as Claude Strike's successor."

As soon as Zephyr heard the name, he put down his hand and whipped his head in Alexander's direction. "I don't agree with the last description. The new overthrow the old. I was the 'new' who overthrew the 'old'. Claude Strike is not on my level."

No craftsman wanted to live in someone else's shadow.