My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Did You Love My Gift?
“Am I interrupting something?” They heard someone ask.

Allison’s head instinctively turned to the direction the voice was coming from. When her eyes landed on Kace, she immediately tore her face from him when she felt blood rushing towards her face and ears—remembering what happened the last time they’d seen each other.

“Who are you?” Mr. Quinn questioned when his eyes settled on Kace, utterly annoyed by the interruption. “Can’t you see we’re having a conversation?”

“I’m already done talking to you, so please, leave,” Allison said, already feeling a headache due to the presence of her father.

“Who’s this man?!!” Mr. Quinn questioned, sizing Kace up and down. When he noticed the car behind the latter, his eyebrows furrowed as an idea popped into his head.

“He’s my friend,” Allison replied. Before she could complete the rest of her words, Mr. Quinn swiftly pulled her further away from Kace where his ears wouldn’t be able to hear what next he wanted to request from her.

“He looks rich! You can ask him to give me the money,” he suggested without a single ounce of shame as a creepy smile hung on his lips.

Allison scoffed, unable to believe what her father was suggesting to her. She was aware he was greedy and shameless, but she didn’t expect him to be stupid as well.

“Can you hear what you’re saying?” She questioned, feeling anger surge through her body at that moment.

“What’s wrong with what I’m saying?” he asked defensively, his grin only widening, as if proud of the absurdity he was spouting.

“If he’s willing to pay off my debt, I can finally stop running from the people I owe money to and come back home! We could be together again, you, your mother, and your sister!” He chuckled, oblivious to the tension in the air, completely unaware that what he saw as a solution was nothing more than a pile of garbage masquerading as ideas.

“I’m sick and tired of having the same conversation with you,” Allison snapped, her patience at its limit. “And now you want me to ask someone you don’t even know to lend you money just so you can pay off your debts?”

She inhaled deeply, trying to calm her raging thoughts. “In case you’re forgetting something, it’s your debt, not mine. If you don’t know how to pay it off, figure it out yourself.” Her voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade, her frustration clear as day.

Allison stormed toward Kace with heavy steps without giving her father the chance to spout out more nonsense to her—fueling her anger even more.

“I came to pick you up,” Kace said as they walked towards his car together.

Allison got into the car. “Thank you,” she replied, staring through the front glass as her father stared back at her, unwilling to leave the premises.

Kace glanced between Allison and her father in silence.

“What did I miss?” He asked.

Allison stared at him in confusion, and he darted his gaze towards Mr. Quinn, indicating what he meant.

“He was just leaving,” she replied, not wanting to give out more information.

Kace gave a brief nod, also following along by not asking any questions.

He dropped Allison at her home and shared a few words with the people he’d asked to monitor her home and keep Allison’s mother and sister safe when her sex tape had been released.

After that, he drove towards the hideout.

“So,” he casually hung his hands around Xavier’s shoulders before continuing. “Did you miss me, brother?” He asked with a cheeky smile.

Xavier merely glanced at him, then focused back on his monitor. “Get your hands off of me!”

“You can’t be affectionate to me, not once in your life,” Kace teasingly accused, grabbing a chair near and settling near Xavier. “I thought having Anastasia in your life would at least make you affectionate towards me, brother.”

Kace stopped talking when he felt the weird-looking gazes from not only Xavier but Maxwell and the rest of the men around.

“Whatever! What happened?” He asked, looking into Xavier’s monitor with a stoic expression.

“Another massive kill, and this time, it’s in Glamourwood,” Xavier responded.

Kace frowned. “Glamourwood.”

“Also, he wrote another message on the body of a corpse,” Maxwell completed.

Xavier pulled up a photo filled with female corpses with cut-out body parts.

“Coming,” Kace read out loud. “The first one was I’m, and now this one is coming. I’m coming. Does that mean he’s coming?” He asked.

“That’s not all.” Xavier pulled out another photo.

“For.” Kace took a deep breath before he howled. “Why can’t he just write a single sentence instead of wasting our time like this? Each time he kills a person, he writes something on their body. What does he think we are? Puzzle solvers?”

Maxwell shrugged, typing something on his keyboard. “From the looks of things, he’s not going to stop until he’s done writing his message, which only means more kill.”

“Which is bad news,” Xavier added.

Kace took another deep breath to calm his raging blood. “So far, we have I’m coming for. No doubt about it, he’s coming for Xavier. However, we can’t just wait for him to complete his message before we start going after him right?” He asked.

“There was an intel about a trade happening in Fameville. But then, it was canceled at the last minute,” Maxwell informed. “We’ve tried to get the hostages to talk. But they chose death instead of speaking.”

“We can’t stop there. We should head out and start searching for him,” Kace suggested, which earned him a side eye from Maxwell and a glare from Xavier.

“What is he? A five-year-old? Are you forgetting we’re after a dangerous criminal?” Maxwell questioned. “We can’t just take all our men and go searching for him. That would be very risky—”

Maxwell’s words were cut short when a phone call interfered.

Xavier pulled out his other phone, staring at the unknown number with a deep frown.

Picking it up, he heard the laughter of someone who sent chills to his body.

“Hello, Xavier. Did you love my gift?”