My Accidental Husband Is My Revenge Partner - Chapter 349

Chapter 349: Everything Is Over?
Mr. Wallace was at the Wallace mansion when he suddenly got a phone call. He checked his phone to see who was calling him, and as soon as his eyes landed on the caller that was named Ice which was a name he used in saving Bruce’s name so if the latter called and he wasn’t with his phone at that time, no one would suspect a thing.

His mother, Old Wallace was sitting right by his side while Richard was sitting opposite him, watching the foul played completely scripted wrestling show that made Old Wallace hiss once in a while.

He casually excused himself as he left for the backyard garden where no one would hear his conversation with Bruce.

He glanced left and right a few times before he finally picked up the call.

“What’s it?” he snapped, his voice low but laced with irritation. He couldn’t recall giving Bruce any reason to call him, especially now, when he was still within the walls of the Wallace mansion. It was far too dangerous. If anyone from his family overheard or caught wind of the conversation, everything he’d carefully planned over the years would crumble.

“Why do you sound like you were annoyed by someone?” Bruce asked from the other side, knowing fully well he was the cause of how Mr. Wallace was responding.

“Why are you calling me, knowing fully well I’m at home?” He questioned.

“I just called to feed you some very important information.”

“What?!”

“Anastasia is dead.”

Silence followed as soon as those words came out of Bruce’s mouth. The air stiffened as Mr Wallace struggled to register what he’d just heard.

“Are you shocked?” He heard Bruce ask from the other side.

As if the weight of Bruce’s words had physically transferred to the device in his hand, Mr. Wallace shifted his phone to the other hand.

“How did she die? What happened? Did he kill her? What exactly happened?” Mr Wallace asked those questions all at once, unable to keep them in his thoughts alone.

“Honestly, I don’t even know what happened. Xander only called me this morning and informed me that she was dead. Both she and another girl—” Bruce went on to tell his partner in crime what went down the previous night. And as more words escaped from his lips, Mr Wallace clenched his fist in a fit of rage.

If only he hadn’t been at home, he would have given Xander a call and given him a piece of his mind.

In his thoughts, Mr Wallace didn’t believe that Anastasia had just died just like that. He believed Xander had killed her after getting satisfied with torturing her. But what about him? Did anyone ask if he was satisfied enough before he cleared her off?

“Where are you? I’m coming over there now.” Bruce told him where he was and Mr Wallace ended the call with a promise that he was on his way.

Swiftly, he entered his room, ignored his wife who was putting on some makeup, wore his clothes, and dashed out while acting as casual as he could be.

He got into his car and left the mansion. In a case like this where he was going to meet up with Bruce, he wouldn’t allow any nor his drivers to drive him there. He would go there himself.

After a few hours of driving from the mansion to the location Brice had given to him, Mr Wallace finally arrived.

He was parked in front of what seemed like a club. It was only afternoon but he could hear some faint booming music coming from inside the club. He sighed, a little shocked that Bruce would come to a place like this.

The area seemed secure and he could see some bouncers standing at the entrance of the club. He glanced behind him to be sure no one was looking at him. Then he got inside without the bouncer stopping him and asking any miscellaneous questions.

He searched for Bruce and saw him hanging out with a few men. He didn’t need to look at their faces to know they were influential men who had powers in society.

“Thomas, there you are…” said Bruce as he shook Mr Wallace’s hand. The influential men surrounding Bruce had already turned to look at Mr Wallace, and once their gaze landed on him, their faces immediately twisted in bitterness and annoyance.

“We’ll be over there,” said one of them, and without waiting for Bruce to try to convince them, they left.

“And here I thought they were influential people that could be useful to me in the future. Didn’t know they were rivals,” Mr Wallace mumbled to himself as he took a seat for himself.

Since the Wallace empire was one of the biggest empires in the world, it was only normal that he had enemies who were jealous of his success.

“Anyway, regarding what you told me earlier, is it the truth?” He asked, his face stoic.

“Did you seriously think I would lie to you?” Bruce questioned back, tearing his gaze from Mr Wallace to look at the dancing women on the pole. If it had been back when he was still in his prime, he wouldn’t have batted an eyelash before signaling a bunch of girls to come sit on him. Now, he was old and incapable of matching their energy.

“I’m not done having my revenge through him for her to die yet. So, everything is over? Just like that?” He asked, his hand on his chin as he gave it some thought.

“I guess so…” Bruce replied. “Everything was destined to end after all. So what are you going to do about Xavier?”

“What else? I’ll start looking for women so he can remarry. I never wanted him to be connected with Anastasia so I guess it’s a good thing that she’s gone.”

Bruce nodded in understanding as he sipped his drink. “I have something else I need to tell you.”

“What’s that?”

“Someone has been following me.”