After driving for more than ten kilometers, Alex finally pulled the car to a stop.
He glanced coldly at Sophie, who was still sobbing in the passenger seat and said quietly.
"Get out of the car. I’m not interested in you anymore."
Sophie froze at that completely stunned by his sudden words, unable to react or believe what she had just heard.
For a moment her tears halted completely leaving her speechless.
"Get out," Alex repeated once again.
"Don’t make me say it again."
His expression was stone-cold, his tone without mercy.
Startled by such a icy denial, Sophie reluctantly opened the door and stepped out still dazed from the audacity of the situation.
And as soon as she got out from the car, Alex slammed the accelerator and sped away in the Bentley as fast as he can, leaving her standing alone in the middle of knowhere.
She just stared blankly at him unable to return to her senses for a while until he was gone.
Not far away from them Vicky was surrounded by curious onlookers their phones raised in their hands snapping photos and recording videos of him relentlessly.
He soon became the center of attention, his situation quickly spiraling out of control from his hands.
"Everyone look here! A scumbag selling out his own girlfriend!"
"Oh my god, this is huge news!"
"Unbelievable, a real piece of work!"
Their mocking voices grew louder, each comment cutting deeper.
Vicky’s face flushed red with fury.
He had already lost one million and now he was being humiliated publicly, he is experiencing social and mental death both.
"What are you filming?" he shouted angrily.
Furious he snatched a phone from a passerby and smashed it to the ground, then lunged straight toward others in an attempt to do the same.
"If anyone dares to throw my phone, I’ll break his face!" one bystander shouted furiously, clutching his phone tightly.
"My phone!" cried another.
"Don’t let him get away!"
Within seconds outrage turned to violence.
Vicky was soon dragged down in crowds fists and kicks raining from in every direction.
Being beaten by so many people, resulted him in seeing stars in broad daylight.
Eventually the police arrived trying to break up the chaos and escorting everyone involved in the beating to the station.
Vicky bruised and humiliated from the public was also taken away with the rest, his anger burned hotter than ever.
Just as Alex was about to drive off to find Satyansh to tell him about his plan success, his phone rang sharply.
He glanced at the screen. The caller ID displayed: Sahil Sinha.
Sahil Sinha is the head of the Khapar Law Firm in Mumbai and a licensed lawyer, who is now Alex’s direct subordinate.
Since the Khapar Law Firm was now under Alex in his assets from his previous dealings with Vikram, after his return from the ancient world this time.
So basically now Sahil naturally reported everything to him.
"Boss Alex, I’ve already checked the man you asked me to investigate," Sahil said respectfully through the line his tone carrying the precision of a professional lawyer.
"What do you found about the person?" Alex asked calmly trying to show the attitude of the Boss.
While preparing his counterstrategy yesterday with Satyansh, Alex had instructed Sahil to dig into Vicky’s background.
It was just a measure, a just in case, a backup plan if direct attack failed against him.
Sahil reported clearly, "His real name is not even Vicky just a nickname, he comes from Haryana, twenty-nine years old.
According to gathered information, he’s an unemployed fraud.
He survives on deception, scamming, frauding and conning others with miserable stories of his."
He continued, "He often pretends his mother has a terminal illness, or claims his business collapsed.
Using such lies, he has swindled money repeatedly from others.
So far, he’s conned nearly nineteen different people."
After finishing the report, Sahil immediately sent a document to Alex.
Opening it on WhatsApp, Alex saw detailed fraud records, including one already reported by a defrauded girl student in a university.
Khapar Law Firm’s wide network allowed them to easily obtain information.
From top corporations to small-time villains, nothing escaped their channels.
For men like Vicky, unmasking scams was so trivial that it didn’t even taken too much time of Sahil.
"This is it," Alex said firmly. "Send Vicky’s information to those who were deceived by him.
Provide them with legal help, if necessary, so they can pursue justice properly through the law."
"Understood," Sahil replied instantly.
"I’ll do it right away."
As he confirmed and going to cut the call, Sahil seem to recalled something. "There’s one more thing. I almost forgot. Vicky was just detained at the police station for getting into a fight on the street."
"Good," Alex responded evenly. "Tell this news to those victims as well.
Let them know their scammer’s downfall has already begun. It will strengthen their resolve to act against him."
Sahil chuckled confidently. "Consider it done, Boss. This is a small matter for me, you can leave it entirely to me!"
Vicky walked out of the police station with a gloomy expression.
Remembering yesterday’s events his anger burned heavily in him especially towards the man with the Bentley car.
He wanted revenge against him.
If not for that person, he wouldn’t have fallen so hard in his game.
Not only he lost Sophie, missed the fifty thousand dollars but even got beaten by so many people.
Everything felt like a cruel humiliation to him.
Since meeting him, his luck seem to have decreased quite a bit.
Suddenly, loud voices erupted nearby.
"Sisters! Vicky that bastard is out of the station!"
"This fucking liar cheated me out of sixty thousand!"
"He tricked me too this damn fraud!"
More furious shouts followed them.
A shiver ran down Vicky’s spine at hearing those familiar voices, his eyelids twitched frantically, omen of something going to happen very bad soon.
When he looked up, his face turned pale immediately at a speed visible to the naked eye.
A dozen people had gathered around him, carrying weapons in their hands.
Some have iron bars, some are carrying wooden sticks, while a few women even have their high heels as makeshift weapons, all glaring at him with murderous intent clear in their eyes.
Vicky knew every single one of them. And why not after all they were his victims once.
The very same people from whom he had swindled so easily back then.
From them alone, he had taken more than six hundred thousand in profit.
"Oh my god... how did they know I will be here at this time?"
Panicked, Vicky turned around and ran for his life, running as fast as his legs could carry him.
"Don’t think you can escape from use you Son of Bitch! I’ll beat you to death!"
"You ruined me with your lies stop right there I’ll fight you to the end!"
The mob quickly catched up to him, surrounding Vicky in a fury.
From among them a handsome man stepped forward. Wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a Armani suit, he exuded professionalism in his every being.
"Hello, Vicky," he said firmly. "I am Sahil, top lawyer of Khapar Law Firm. I am authorized by the victims of you to formally file a lawsuit against you."
"I’ve already reported everything to the police, and legal—"
Before he could finish, an enraged woman interrupted with a furious shriek.
"This is utter madness! Why waste time sueing against him? Don’t talk just act! Sisters, let’s finish this liar once and for all!"