Hellma stopped right next to Alexander, so close that a light, musky odor of perfume began to excite his nose.
But the presence of the girl still did not change the core equation in Alexander's mind.
Taking a small breath, he thus chimed with clenched teeth, "Your Highness… please speak frankly. What do you wish me to do?"
"Snort! What do you think I want, brat?" The Queen Mother instantly sneered, her eyes suddenly turning bloodshot and angry. The invitation she made was even clearer than crystal… thus, Alexander's foot dragging was starting to make her lose her patience.
All he had to do was grab the fruit and it would willingly enter his mouth.
"...." Alexander however still refused to fold. Despite the allure… it was simply not possible for him. 30- 40 million ropals were on the line.
