His Devious Rule-Chapter 321 Behind The Bars

At a nightclub,

Alvin and Linus: "..."

The duo watched their women chug three shots in a row for the third time. "Let's lit the party." Krystle squealed louder than the music and tugged Anya on the dance floor.

Anya was laughing when Krystle shouted at DJ, "DJ… DJ Spellbound… I want to dedicate… Hello…" She leaped when the DJ moved his headphones away to hear her, "Dedicate a song for my bestie. Let's break the roof."

The DJ gave her a thumbs up and changed the song to a famous remix, jazzing the group to dance to the music.

Alvin narrowed his eyes at the two women who were dancing. Shouldn't he have his wife for himself on the day he got married? They aren't seeming to stop anytime soon.

He unnecessarily got happy after sending his little enemy away forgetting he had more enemies who wanted his wife and her time.

He turned to Linus who wanted to dance but Krystle was busy with Anya. He hissed, "Get your woman away from mine."

Linus was in the club after a long time. More than Alvin, he was eager to groove on the floor, "Dance with your wife." Krystle wouldn't dance with him but follow Anya if Anya goes off the floor. So the solution was to make Alvin dance with Anya.

Alvin looked at the crowd and felt his head throb. If he knew their plan, he would have booked the whole club for them including DJ.

Linus's eyes glinted playfully and gasped loud enough to reach Alvin's ears, "Bro, that man getting closer to sister-in-law." It was an absolute lie and he was pointing at the crowd.

Before Linus could turn to his right, Alvin chugged his whiskey, got off the bar stool, and went on the dance floor. Grinning to himself, Linus quickly reached his girlfriend.

Alvin snaked his arm around Anya's waist and twirled her into his arms. Anya giggled looking at his face. "Shouldn't you spend time with your husband first?" He couldn't believe she was enjoying herself.

Anya hummed, nodding her head, "Of course, here is my hottie hubby." She pointed at Krystle who started dancing with Linus.

Alvin: "..."

It then flashed to Alvin. Anya couldn't handle the alcohol. Her one glass of wine had less alcohol content than the nine shots of tequila. The three shots were enough to make her intoxicated.

"Little Donut, let's go." He said in her ear, hoping she would leave with him but Anya leaped on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck, "I got married today. I want to dance. I want to sing, I want to drink."

Alvin smiled helplessly hearing her. His Little Donut was exhilarated about getting married to him, what more could he want!?

He sucked through his teeth and asked, "Who did you marry?" He was going to dump Krystle in some truck if Anya points at Krystle.

Anya adorable giggled and gently smacked his head, "Of course, I married you." She pecked on his lips and continued to leap on her toes, "Let's dance."

Alvin: "…"

Truth to be told, she didn't know dancing, she was leaping to the beats and making some hand actions to the music.

….

Meanwhile, at a corner of the club, Casper fumed seeing them kissing and dancing on the floor. He was itching to shut the ear drumming music and grab his son by the collar. 𝑓𝗿𝐞𝘦𝘄ｅ𝘣n𝘰𝘷eƖ.c𝘰𝗺

How could he humiliate himself?

So he turned to Harrison who hadn't told him they were in the club until they entered there. Gritting his teeth, he could only leave from there.

….

At the Matthews mansion,

Gianna was fuming watching the news about Skylark becoming the third highest shareholder of Matthews Industries. She hadn't cared if Alvin was opening a company or not. Unless he was away from the Matthews family and her son, she didn't care whether he was successful or begging on the streets.

Fifty billion was a huge amount. The moment shareholders get to know it was Alvin, they wouldn't care what Liam has done for the company. Their eyes would be blinded by the success Alvin was riding.

To ride the same success, those loyal shareholders would start pushing Alvin to run the company. They would also force Casper to make Alvin as the CEO as Alvin was also a Matthews. In their view, Matthews would lose nothing.

Without knowing about the situation between Casper and Alvin, Gianna considered Casper's love for the heir and how Casper wished the company to be on top, it was likely Casper would support Alvin.

One to lose in this ordeal was her son, Liam Matthews, and her granddaughter. Gianna breathed heavily when Anya's question rang in her head. 'How would you feel if I brought your son on the road?'

Liam could sacrifice all this wealth to avoid a fight. But how could she accept her son living with nothing?

"No, no… I can't let this happen." Gianna mumbled, shaking her head.

Cordelia who was watching the same news turned to Gianna hearing her speaking to herself. She didn't know Skylark was Alvin's company. She just watched the news in composure while sipping her tea.

Many new companies come and go, they don't have to worry about it, do they? Cordelia had no inkling how a third top shareholder could manipulate the Matthews shares in the market and invite trouble for the company.

And she believed that her son, a business tycoon, was powerful and could do anything. Thus her gaze on Gianna was like she was watching a sane turning insane.

Gianna hurriedly went upstairs. She was planning to separate the couple and Alvin would leave the country. Now that Alvin was holding so much of shares, she wasn't ready to take the chance of Alvin aiming for her son's position.

She fished the maid's mobile she was hiding all these days and dialed a string of numbers. Her hands shook but she composed when the call was answered, "Kill that Bastard."

The other end was in shock, [But…]

[I said KILL THAT BASTARD tomorrow. I don't care what you do and how much you spend, kill him. Or else, be ready to get behind the bars.] She hissed her threat.

She ended the call hearing confused and frightened acceptance. She didn't care what Casper would do to her for hurting Alvin, but she was left with no choice. For her son's livelihood, she was ready to spend the rest of her life in prison.