My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 311

Chapter 311: Cunny Father
Any new leads on Anastasia’s disappearance?’ Mr. Wallace asked, his tone sharp as he watched Xavier sip from a porcelain coffee cup. The rich, dark brew had become his go-to weapon against the fatigue weighing down his eyelids.

Eye bags settled under his lashes as if he’d gotten into a fight with someone.

“Still none so far,” Xavier replied, placing the cup on his desk and typing away.

They were in Xavier’s hideout. It had become his home for the past three months after the search for Anastasia began.

The old man clicked his tongue, shaking his head slightly as he said, “It’s been three months already….”

Xavier’s fingers halted on the keyboard, his eyes fixed on his father as he waited for the man to continue.

“Maybe it’s time you….”

“I’d appreciate it if you thought twice before finishing that sentence, Father,” Xavier cut in, his gaze locked on his father with a defiance that dared him to continue.

Mr Wallace adjusted himself on his seat as if there was an object there that suddenly started making him feel uncomfortable.

“That’s not how to talk to your father,” he snapped, but he knew his words didn’t affect Xavier at all.

“And you shouldn’t be asking me to forget about Anastasia. She’s my wife!” He declared.

He’d been stuck in his hideout, still trying to find out where Anastasia was hidden by his psychotic twin brother, and his father came to tell him to forget Anastasia as if he was getting tired of searching for her.

“You saw the video that Xander released a month ago. She was raped by two men!”

Xavier’s hands clenched together, looking as white as the white shirt he was wearing when he heard his father’s words.

“And who knows the things Xander has done to her, or rather, what hasn’t he done to her yet?”

“And you think because of that, I should leave my wife to continue to suffer? She’s carrying your grandchild’s father!” He reminded, but from the nonchalant look on Mr Wallace’s face, he didn’t seem to care at all.

If anything, he only tore his gaze from Xavier, focusing it on the shattered pieces of paper that decorated his table and chair.

“Anastasia has brought a bad name to our family. Since you don’t want to quit looking for her, when you do find her, it’ll be best to divorce her and let her be with the Clark family.”

Xavier couldn’t believe his ears. He’d thought his ears were playing tricks on him. But they weren’t at all. His father was asking him to divorce Anastasia, despite knowing the status of the situation they were in.

“I think it’s time for you to leave now,” Xavier said as respectfully as he could, resisting the urge to hit his father’s head on the table for ever suggesting such a thing.

Since the first day of Anastasia’s kidnapping, Mr Wallace had always in one way or the other, tried to coerce Xavier into forgetting about her or to convince him to move on with his life as if she was completely gone.

Mr Wallace was slightly shocked by Xavier asking him to leave.

“You’d best forget her and move on,” his father said, his tone unyielding. “I’ll start selecting girls suitable to marry into the Wallace family. Even if you find Anastasia, things will never be the same. That marriage is bound to crumble. So, prepare yourself to remarry.”

“That would be over my dead body,” Xavier promised.

For some reason, he found his father’s words funny but he wasn’t in the mood to chuckle.

The both of them exchanged glares, the room temperature turning hot due to the intensity when the door suddenly opened and Maxwell walked inside.

He quickly sensed that something was wrong but he didn’t ask. He only adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and walked out of the room.

“We got an intel that there might be trade happening in the next two weeks. But it’s not accurate so I don’t know…” He drawled at the end of his words, noticing Xavier lazily blinking. “You need to rest. You’ve not slept for two days already.”

“I’m fine,” he quickly said, brushing off Maxwell’s concern. “What were you saying?” He asked.

Maxwell sighed before he continued, knowing nothing he said would make Xavier leave his seat and hit the sack. He could only hope that Anastasia was found before Xavier landed in the hospital because of exhaustion.

“I was saying we got an inaccurate intel that a trade would be happening in the next two weeks. So, what do you want us to do? Do you want to go?” He asked.

Xavier gave it a few thoughts. He’d been going to trade with the hope that Anastasia would be among the girls that would be sold, but he was starting to doubt it.

Xander had made it clear to him that he wasn’t going to see Anastasia again, and there was no way he would bring Anastasia up for sale.

However, Xavier didn’t want to take his chances. He believed he would find Anastasia one day, so he was going to attend anything worth attending.

“I will attend,” Xavier responded.

Outside of the hideout, Mr Wallace was looking up at the hideout. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that Xavier would start an organization where he would be saving girls sold for sex trafficking when he was one of the people who founded it, yet Xavier didn’t know the truth.

He’d always tried to discourage Xavier from this dirty job, but the latter was hellbent on keeping it until he was powerful enough, even his father couldn’t stop him from doing things.

“Years have passed,” he thought to himself. He sighed, looking at the bulky men who were carrying guns on their shoulders. “I bet they’re as strong as the men in his hideout.” Then a grin stretched on his as an idea popped into his head. “I should visit him.”