My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 278

Chapter 278: Illegal Business
The unknown person pulled out their phone and made a phone call.

“You were right, sir. He looks like he’s capable of such a job.” The stranger said to the mysterious person on the other side of the call.

“That’s great. Keep watching him and his brother.”

Both Xander and Xavier continued their days in the school, oblivious to the man who had been following them all around. He was dressed like the teachers and even though they didn’t recognize him, they didn’t bother questioning him since the school employed teachers with good qualifications to live up to their standards.

However, despite how the unknown man tried to mask his presence by seeming normal like he wasn’t some strange man, Xander was still able to get the feeling that someone was following them.

He halted on their way to the cafeteria and quickly turned around.

“What’s wrong?” Xavier asked, mirroring Xander’s actions by scanning around in case he’d missed something.

“Do you get the feeling that someone is following us?” He asked, his eyes still scanning around. It was already lunchtime and all students were out of their classes, so the hallways were swamped with students, making it difficult to spot whosoever was following him.

Xavier stared harder, then shook his head a few seconds later.

“Everyone peeksat us all the time. It’s not something new,” he replied.

Xavier wasn’t wrong at all. They weren’t even celebrities but they already had such a fanbase even actual celebrities would be envious of them.

Xander nodded, accepting he was just being paranoid. It wasn’t a new occurrence at all.

“I’m just overthinking. Let’s go,” he said and they resumed their destination.

The strange man sighed in relief when they hadn’t spotted him, else it would have been quite a big problem for him. His boss would have fired him and butchered him so he never lived to reveal the secrets he knew.

A few hours later, Xander went to the club to party with his friends even after Xavier attempted to stop him.

**

In a desolate expanse littered with the remnants of crumbling structures, two men in black suits stood beneath an umbrella held by imposing figures flanking them like statues. The heavy rain fell from a gloomy sky, its mournful cries echoing in the stillness around them, soaking the ground and adding to the somber atmosphere.

“When will our product get delivered, Mr. Wallace?” The man opposite Mr. Wallace questioned, rage evident on his face although it was shadowed by the glooming cloud. But Mr Wallace could feel the dark aura emanating from him. “Bruce isn’t here and he hasn’t been answering any of my phone calls.”

“You need to calm down, Luca. It’s going to get delivered and it will be delivered. I promise.”

“I don’t want your promises, Thomas,” the man called Luca barked, his saliva mixing with the rain. “This is business and promises are worthless. I paid for something and I expect to see it very soon. I don’t need to remind you that this isn’t the very first business I’ve handled, and you know how I’ve handled them,” Luca warned.

Mr. Wallace could only release a grunt in frustration.

He’d known Luca for a very long time, and the latter wasn’t one anyone could mess with any time they pleased. He was only waiting for a signal from Bruce, but the man hadn’t shown up at all.

“The guns will be delivered soon, Luca. All I just have to do is get in touch with Bruce and have things figured out,” he replied.

Lucxa regarded him for a few seconds before huffing and left with the help of his men since he couldn’t walk without some kind of assistance.

When Luca’s car had completely zoomed out, Mr. Wallace released an even heavier grunt.

“He thinks he can threaten me just because he has suddenly become successful?” Mr. Wallace barked. Then pulled himself together a second later.

His phone vibrated in his pockets, and he fetched out to see it was the same Bruce he’d been thinking about was calling him.

“Meet me at the usual place,” said Bruce as soon as the call was connected. Then, he hung up as if he’d not just called.

Mr. Wallace gritted his teeth, his hands balling into fists as he resisted the urge to slam it somewhere where he could vent his pent-up anger.

“Let’s go.”

His men nodded before they oiled the car door open and waited for him to enter before they closed it.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the supposed place which was quietly booming in the deserted area.

It looked like a regular club where there were dancers, and indeed it was. Except that even darker businesses were dealt with in the said club regularly than a common club which includes sex trafficking.

Mr. Wallace entered the club and showed the mark on his chest. It was a pass. If anyone didn’t have such a mark on his chest, they would immediately be killed, so they don’t live to inform the cops of what they’d seen.

When the bouncer cleared the path for Mr. Wallace, he immediately spotted Bruce sprawled in their regular booth but he wasn’t alone. Three girls surrounded him, sweet talking in his ears as they stylishly undressed him which he didn’t try to stop them at all.

Anger surged through Mr. Wallace’s body and he walked over to the booth writhing heavily steps.

“Get out!! Right now!!” He bellowed, which caused the girls to flinch in fright. Without waiting for Bruce to even permit them to disperse, they instantly ran for their lives.

“Have you always had this kind of bad temper, Thomas? You didn’t even give me the chance to suckle on the nipples of either of the girls,” Bruce whined as he buttoned up his shirt.

“Shut up!!” Mr. Wallace snapped. “You’re here enjoying yourself while I handle our business associates who’re waiting for the approval of their goods. When is it going to be delivered for goodness sake?”