My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 312

Chapter 312: Meeting
“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.”

As Mr Wallace was thinking if he should pay a visit to the other person, he saw Maxwell come out of the hideout. The both of them shared a look, their faces exchanging so many unspeakable words before they tore their gazes on each other and went their way.

Xavier was still where he was seated, brewing another portion of coffee to stay awake when he suddenly got a phone call.

He checked his phone and it was Leo, Anastasia’s assistant back at her company.

“I called to let you know I’ve secured the deal,” Leo said over the phone.

Since the disappearance of Anastasia, Xavier had made sure her company didn’t suffer. He thought of putting people in charge to manage the company when he realized that Leo was the only one perfect for such a job.

Leo had been the one managing the company for the past three months until Anastasia will be found. He’d been able to secure profitable deals for the company and he was still doing so.

“That’s wonderful,” Xavier replied. He wanted to appreciate Leo for his hard work but couldn’t find the strength to do so. “Continue to keep an eye on those shareholders,” he added.

“Of course sir,” Leo responded and ended the call with one click.

Xavier took a sip of his coffee and went back to his seat.

Although Anastasia didn’t have a problem with the shareholders she’d just appointed before she disappeared, he didn’t want to give them any chances.

In this kind of predicament, one could bring out the idea of overtaking the company, or start to cause a misunderstanding that would benefit them in the right way.

Xavier took another sip of his coffee as he typed away, trying to hack the cameras of another city, in case he would see Xander there. The latter had not contacted them since their last encounter, and cameras hadn’t been able to spot him, which only means he was still indoors, recovering from his gunshot. But staying indoors for a whole month was too long for just that.

After successfully hacking into the camera system, he scanned around but didn’t spot anything suspicious.

As Xavier continued scanning the room, his phone dinged. He considered ignoring it, but instinct urged him to check. The moment his eyes landed on the screen, a wave of dread hit him, churning in his stomach. The coffee in his mouth suddenly tasted sour, spoiled, yet he forced himself to swallow, the bitterness lingering as he processed what he’d just seen.

On his screen was a video that had just been uploaded a few seconds ago. He was tagged in the video.

The video had a poor HD resolution so it was difficult to make out the faces of the people, but he recognized the screams of the woman and the clapping of flesh.

The sound grated against his nerves, making his skin prickle with irritation and a surge of rage he struggled to keep bottled up inside.

He couldn’t see the faces of the men there, and it was obvious Xander didn’t want Xavier going after his business associates, which was why the video had a poor resolution.

Xavier didn’t bother finishing the video. He quickly swapped apps and made a call, demanding the video be deleted at once. His fist was clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, as if he could snap anything—human bone included—with a single squeeze.

At a further distance from Xavier’s location, Xander was watching the video he’d just uploaded on the internet with an untraceable account.

“I bet some men are jerking off to this video,” he commented, thinking of opening the comment section.

‘Anastasia had been through a lot already. Whoever kidnapped her should bring her back to us. I miss my favorite actress of all time.’

‘The person that’s doing this is going to burn to hell, I bet.’

‘I have a feeling Michelle could be behind our dear Anastasia’s kidnapping. She’d always been jealous of her.’

‘Anastasia is just proving she’s a slut…suits her well.’

Under the last comment were several curses and threats bigger than what was laid on Xander as the netizens planned on getting the other netizens killed for commenting such a thing.

Xander was quite surprised he didn’t get horny men commenting slutty things under the video as he’d thought.

“Knowing Xavier, he’s going to delete that video soon,” said Bruce.

“At least I’ve had my fun. But by now, he should know there’s more from where that came from,” Xander responded.

While he was replaying the video, the video suddenly got deleted from the web.

“Tsk tsk…” He clicked his tongue. “How does he get his people to work so fast? It’s only been twenty minutes.” He sighed, slightly shaking his head in disappointment as he pocketed his phone.

“What did you think he would do? Let people share that video?” Bruce asked, sipping from his scotch glass.

Xander merely shrugged, deciding to take a seat opposite Bruce. “At least he should let people watch it a little bit longer.”

Bruce sighed, dropping the glass on the counter.

“There’s someone that’s coming to meet you today.” As soon as those words left Bruce’s lips, the shadow of someone had already entered the closed space they were in.

“It’s better not be who I think it is,” Xander said, pinching the skin between his eyebrows.

Bruce merely shrugged but didn’t say anything.

“What are you doing here?” Xander questioned, already sensing the presence of that person.

“I came to see you,” the person replied. “Is it wrong to see my son?”

“You’ve long disowned me as your son, so you shouldn’t call me that, Mr Wallace,” Xander countered.