Chapter 342: Chapter 342

Cyrus wasn’t fond of males who got close to his sister, save their siblings. 1 “Cool it, will you, Cyrus? He’s no stranger,” Alyssa chuckled.

“No, he’s not. But he’s still a man.” Cyrus shot Sean a look. “You should really consider a female personal assistant.”

“Damn, dude. This police job is really getting to you. Not everyone’s a criminal, you know,” Alyssa said, swaying on her feet.”

“No harm in being alert.”

Cyrus helped Alyssa get in the car and shut the door. Sean nodded politely at him and was about to head to the driver’s seat when Cyrus said, “Wait.”

“Yes, Mr. Cyrus?” Sean asked solemnly.

“I understand that given your position as Lyse’s secretary, you have to stay around her nearly 24/7.”

Cyrus’ gaze was sharp as a hawk. “However, you are also expected to keep yourself in check. What doesn’t belong to you will never belong to you, so don’t cross the line. Ever.

“I am not as tolerant as Jonah or Silas. I have seen the vilest depths of evil a human is capable of, so I do not presume anything good in anyone I don’t know nor care for.”

Sean took a deep breath, clenching his hands into fists.

“Don’t even think about Alyssa in any way other than as your superior, nor act on any of those stray thoughts. Or else.”

“I am learned in the law, Mr. Cyrus,” Sean responded. “The law can stop one’s actions, but not their thoughts.”

Sean continued speaking, holding back his tears, “I won’t do anything to Ms. Alyssa, ever, because I love and respect her from the bottom of my heart.

“That is the truth, and you cannot stop me from feeling this. I am not wrong for having love for her.”

Cyrus cocked an eyebrow. He didn’t like this kid, but he was pretty honest. “Remember your words tonight.

“Hey,” Alyssa said, having rolled the car window down. “What are you two rambling on about? I’m trying to get home and sleep here!”

“Right away, miss.” Sean smiled.

Cyrus made a phone gesture. “Call me when you reach home.”

Alyssa made an “okay” sign in return, then waved at him before Sean drove them away.

Cyrus watched until his sister had left before allowing the warmth in his eyes to fade and be replaced by a stark coldness. He then turned toward the opposite side of the road and walked away.

Across the road, Xavier was in the Porsche, observing everything. He had just sent his location to Jasper when he noticed Cyrus was gone.

“Weird… Where’d he go?”

Just as Xavier was wondering to himself, the car door suddenly opened. His neck was enveloped in a tight, crushing grip before he was dragged out the door like a helpless chicken.

“Oy! Heck, what are you doing?” he yelped, alarmed. “L-Let me go! Or I’ll call the police!”

“No need.” Cyrus showed Xavier his police officer ID. “You’d be turning yourself in anyway.”

A cold chill rose in Xavier’s spine as he gaped at the ID card.

Alyssa had nearly dozed off in the car when her phone rang. “Cyrus? What’s up? I’m not home yet-”

“Do you know who Xavier Hall is, Lyse?”

Alyssa instantly turned sober. “Why?”

“He’s a damned pervert, Lyse. His phone is filled with pictures of you. You’re lucky I caught him in time!”