My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 260

Chapter 260: Bruce Vlarie
“Who wouldn’t be raging? If I was in his position, I would also be raging. Imagine finding out your wife has been kidnapped with your unborn baby and you don’t even know if they’re alive. Unfortunately for him, only one of them survived.” Xander chucked at the end of his words.

“It feels good to finally have him experience some sad things in his life. He thought just because he was the most favored in our family, he was untouchable.”

Xander continued to laugh like a maniac. Sadly, Samantha didn’t find anything he said quite funny, so she stared back at him like a statue with no emotions.

“Do you plan to get her sold?” Samantha asked. Although she didn’t put a name, Xander was quite aware of whom she was referring to.

“Who knows?” He merely shrugged. “Either get her sold or taken to the factory.”

“You want her taken to the factory?” Samantha questioned as if she’d not just heard what he’d said.

“Xavier is never going to find her, I can assure you of that. So, we might as well make use of that womb of hers, don’t you think?” Xander asked, his hands on his hips as he studied Samantha.

Samantha parted her lips to speak but then gave up on it.

“Don’t tell me you’re backing out now.”

“I’m not, and I never will,” she responded, her green eyes clashing with his dark ones. The room fell quiet, and Samantha tore her gaze from him as if unable to hold it for that long.

“Good. I’ll be going to see my old man now. You know what you have to do regarding Anastasia. Make sure she suffers,” he requested.

Samantha gave a slight nod in acknowledgment. “I will,” she promised.

Xander gave her a pointed look before turning his back to her. He left the house, scanning the area first and sighting his men at work. Huge guns were mounted on their shoulders, as they walked around the space, making sure no one who wasn’t supposed to be outside wasn’t outside.

Xander gave the men a few instructions before he entered the car and zoomed out of the gates.

After driving close to an hour, Xander arrived at the gates of a house where hefty men lifted guns just like he’d seen in the house he’d left a few minutes ago.

Once they recognized his car, the gate automatically spread open, allowing him to drive inside.

“Where is he?” Xander asked the man who opened the car door for him.

“He’s in his liquor room,” the man said, leading Xander into the house.

It was already dark outside, but as soon as they entered the house, more darkness greeted them.

The room was so dark the man leading Xander inside had to switch on the flashlight, as they headed to the liquor room.

“You still love darkness I see,” Xander commented when they entered inside, the man closing the door behind them.

At the counter table, a man who seemed to be in his mid-fifties gulped down the last content in his glass before slamming it down onto the wooden platform, giving a gasp and a shudder as he felt the hot liquid burn his throat.

“Drinking in darkness gives me some kind of eerie feeling which you probably wouldn’t understand since you barely drink,” the man said, turning to fix his dark green eyes similar to Samantha’s on Xander. His silver hair was ruffled and settled by the side of his face.

“Which is surprisingly the only thing you and your brother have in common. In the past, I’ve never seen that boy drink. Although, I don’t know now. He might have been drinking after you kept his wife from him for so long.” The man combed his fingers through his hair before opening another bottle and pouring it into his glass.

“Don’t compare me to that bastard,” Xander threatened.

“He was a nice kid, always loved by everyone. But you…” The man trailed off, completely ignoring Xander’s threat. “You were just like your father. Stupid, bratty, and most importantly…you were heartless. Which is why I like you more.”

“I didn’t want you to like me,” Xander said through gritted teeth.

“Come on now. Don’t make what I said sound weird—”

“Samantha said you wanted to see me. I suppose it must be something important. So, don’t waste either of our time talking about something completely useless,” Xander said, his face blank as he scowled at the old man.

The man stretched out his hand which contained a spare glass of alcohol knowing fully well Xander didn’t drink. The man revealed a small grin when he saw Xander’s scowl deepen, meaning he’d succeeded in taunting him.

“Watch this…”

Xander’s eyes were confused on the television hanging on the wall opposite them.

It was news regarding Anastasia’s disappearance. Her disappearance covered every media station, mostly because she was a celebrity.

Xavier was shown in a few clips, looking all tattered and uncomposed.

“Look at what you’ve done to your brother,” the old man said.

“Why are you showing me this?” Xander questioned as the clips shown on the TV switched from one footage to the other.

“No reason. I was just checking if you’d softened up or something,” the man merely shrugged which earned him a confused expression from Xander.

“You know, Bruce, if you have something to ask me, just go straight ahead. Don’t go beating around the bush.”

Bruce didn’t say anything. He simply poured more drink for himself, and gulped down the content before his eyes refocused on Xander.

“One of the men we have made deliveries to has refused to pay up,” Bruce finally said.

“Even after he and his family got the baby?”

“After he and his family got the baby,” Bruce repeated. “Get the balance from him, and if he tries to struggle, torture him. No one owes Bruce Vlarie money and runs away with it.”

“That’s not a problem. Will get it done immediately.”