My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 318

Chapter 318: Corrupted Politician
He couldn’t calmly watch as the vice president stood on stage and bragged about the newborn baby in his family when he hadn’t finished all his payments he had to make on that particular baby.

The smile on the vice president immediately faltered when he recognized Xander. He’d wanted to ask his wife to bring out the newborn baby so everyone could see, but now that Xander was around, he stopped himself from making such a decision.

His wife’s smile faltered into a terrifying look when she also saw Xander because she recognized him.

“Go keep an eye on the baby and make sure no one you don’t know comes close to him,” he ordered. The wife gave a brief nod to show she understood his words. She flashed the guests a quick smile before the stage.

Xander saw the wife leaving, and he couldn’t help but release a chuckle.

“That bastard only paid fifty million dollars for that baby,” Xander said through gritted teeth, Julian close to him to hear his words. “He still has more to pay. I don’t even know why Bruce agreed to give him the child when he hadn’t completed his payment,” he added with a long sigh, taking another sip from his glass.

“Let me guess, you became impatient and decided to gatecrash his party to ask him for your remaining money?”

Xander didn’t respond as his eyes focused on the vice president who’d already met his gaze and had become quite cautious ever since.

“Is it wrong if I want to get what’s mine?” Xander questioned back. When he saw Mr. Belbvet leaving the party, he quickly added, “I’m going to talk to him, that’s if he agrees for us to talk.”

“And when you come back, we can talk about Anastasia,” said Julian, causing Xander to frown at him with an unfathomable expression.

Nevertheless, Xander didn’t wait for Julian to explain his words. He quickly followed behind the old man.

Mr. Belbvet already sensed someone was following him, but he didn’t need to look back to know who it was.

“You’d better get rid of all those ideas of yours before you do something that you might regret, Vlarie,” said Mr. Belbvet.

Xander despised being addressed by that last name. Although he was adopted by Bruce and had to carry that last name, he didn’t quite admire that last name at all.

“Are you talking to me or yourself?” Xander questioned.

He glanced around, checking for any CCTV cameras and only found one. But from its position and lack of any glimmering red light, it didn’t seem to be active to record any footage.

“You owe me Mr. Belbvet,” he said. “Just pay up already. I don’t run some kind of shitty charity. You came to me with your wife, explaining that you two couldn’t bear a child and I only assisted you out. And now, this?”

Xander sounded rather more frustrated by the event than he was more to beat up the man and threaten him to give him his money if he had to.

Mr. Belbvet merely laughed, his wrinkles folding around the corners of his eyes.

“Fifty million dollars isn’t a small amount of money, Xander. I paid you more than anyone would have. Don’t be greedy now.”

Xander clicked his tongue in annoyance, understanding that the vice president wasn’t going to easily give him his money.

“In that case, you shouldn’t be bothered if the whole internet found out about the huge amount of money you stole from your people all in the name of tax.”

Xander was tempted to threaten him about revealing how he’d suddenly gotten a son from out of nowhere but that would only make Xavier realize his only kind of business wasn’t sex trafficking.

Mr. Belbvet scoffed. “You wouldn’t do anything, Xander. I’m not owing you any shit!”

“Then why were you afraid of me all of a sudden? Aren’t you the great Mr. Belbvet that’s loved by everyone in Glamourwood but not everyone knows what kinds of things you’ve been getting yourself into.” Xander sighed, rubbing his head in frustration. All he wanted was his money but the old man was making him talk longer than he expected to.

“You don’t have any evidence!” Mr. Belbvet yelled, and Xander realized he’d hit a soft spot.

A smirk played on his lips as he took a step closer to Mr. Belbvet. “I only want my money.”

Mr. Belbvet ignored him and turned to leave, but was immediately stopped in his tracks by Xander who pulled him back with the help of his suit.

“If I remember correctly, I didn’t stutter and I supposed you heard me very well.”

“You should know whom you’re putting your hands against. I’m the vice—”

Mr. Belbvet didn’t get the chance to finish that sentence when he suddenly felt an excruciating pain that surged through his body, shocking him to the extent that he stumbled backward a few times until he found his bearing.

“Since you want it the difficult way, I’ll give you that!”

Xander pulled out a syringe and stabbed it into his neck. The man struggled to fight Xander off and call for help, but the latter quickly shielded his mouth with his palm to prevent him from doing so.

Slowly, the vice president of Glamourwood fell to the ground with a thud not heavy enough to alert anybody.

Xander quickly dragged Mr. Belbvet’s unconscious body to a corner where no one would be able to see him. Then, he fetched his phone from his pocket and hastily fired a few texts.

“You think just because you’re some scary person in the underground world, I would be afraid of you and not ask you for my money?” He questioned the unconscious body. “You should know that’s not how things work.”

He hissed in disappointment while slightly shaking his head horizontally.

The people Xander contacted quickly came and took the vice president away without anyone spotting them or even suspecting a thing.