Dorothy stared at her sister coldly.

She had witnessed everything back in the meeting room.

Beatrice had brought Felix to her company to propose to Dorothy in public. Not only did it hurt and insult Alex, but it extremely humiliated Dorothy as well.

How would she appear in public now?

Dorothy looked up and saw Alex walking in. “I won’t be interfering with this. She’s all yours.”

Alex’s deadly cold gaze landed on Beatrice.

“Sis, you’re my sister! How could you do this to me?”

Without hesitation, Alex slapped her hard across the face, causing one of her cheeks to swell up.

Dorothy froze. However, she immediately averted her gaze—she decided to not look at Beatrice.

Beatrice looked like she was about to cry as her mouth fell open.

Merciless, Alex slapped her on the other cheek.

Beatrice’s eyes were filled with fear and her body started to tremble. This version of Alex was unfamiliar to her; she was terrified of him. This was no longer the useless loser who slaved away in their