The Cruel Fiancée Framed the Maid to Send Her 4-Year-Old to an Orphanage — Until the Mafia Boss Checked the Hidden Cameras

Vivian’s face violently drained of all color. She looked like she had just been slapped across the face with a brick.

"You lying little rat!" Vivian shrieked hysterically, completely losing her elegant, high-society facade. She lunged forward, raising her hand to strike the four-year-old child.

Before her hand could even descend, Alex moved with explosive, blinding speed.

He shot up from the floor, grabbing Vivian’s wrist in mid-air with a grip like a steel vice. He twisted her arm just enough to make her gasp in pain, forcing her backward.

"Do not ever attempt to strike a child in my presence," Alex growled, his voice a low, demonic rumble that shook the very walls of the kitchen.

"She's lying, Alex!" Vivian sobbed, trying to force fake tears as she desperately pulled against his grip. "She's just a child! The maid told her to say that! You can't possibly believe them over me! I am going to be your wife!"

Alex slowly released her wrist, pushing her away in absolute disgust.

He didn't scream. The cinematic, lethal restraint of his actions was infinitely more terrifying. He casually reached into the inner pocket of his tailored black suit jacket and pulled out his encrypted smartphone.

"You're right, Vivian," Alex stated coldly. "Children have vivid imaginations. But there is one thing you forgot when you decided to play games in my house."

Vivian rubbed her bruised wrist, her eyes darting nervously. "What?"

"I am a syndicate boss," Alex replied, a dark, merciless smirk touching his lips. "Do you honestly believe the staff kitchen doesn't have hidden security cameras?"