He knew better. After all, Lord Lex Gunther revered Alex Rockefeller, a close friend’s offspring, according to him. However, he had zero knowledge of Alex’s actual identity.

“What’s up? Why did you come?” asked Princess Fleur.

“My, I almost screwed things up. Lord Lex passed out suddenly.”

“What?!” Princess Fleur shrieked. “Go, we need to get to Hell’s Angels now!”

She dashed out, limping a little, and quickly got into her Lamborghini.

Following right behind her was Alex, who got into the passenger seat.

“Why are you here? Get off my car!” She was annoyed.

Alex sat unperturbed. “Start the engine; we are going to see your Father.”

“What has it got to do with you?”

“You will know when we get there.”

The Lamborghini sped away, leaving nothing but dust trails behind.

Half an hour later, they arrived at Hell’s Angels.

As soon as the car was parked, Princess Fleur sprang out.

“Where is Father?”

“In the room by the backyard. Mr. Jakob is currently tending to him.”

Alex followed