"That’s a good thing you’ve told her. She shouldn’t cause trouble if she doesn’t want to be raped in front of everyone next time," she spat with such venom it caused Anastasia to shiver in fear against her will.


    However, despite the sharp tone, Anastasia kept her mouth shut and didn’t dare to retaliate, which only caused the smirk on Samantha’s lips to stretch even further.


    **


    "Where’s the money?" Xander questioned the man who was kneeling on the dirty ground with his own two feet, two of his heavy men pushing him down so he wouldn’t start getting any kind of ideas.


    "X—Xander, I’ll pay soon. I-I promise I will pay soon," the man said, his body shivering in fear as Xander walked up to him.


    "You nned to pay soon? Then howe we had to catch you at the airport? What were you doing there? Were you nning to run away?" Xander questioned, taking out a dagger that was secured at the back of his hands.


    Then he took out a napkin from his pockets and cleaned off the dagger, readying it for what was toe.


    The man who was still needed quivered, his shoulder shaking, his mped hands used for pleading shook as well.


    "I wasn’t trying to escape. I promise you that....i—I already sold my casino just so I could pay you back," the quivering man said.


    "Is that so?" Xander said, amusement evident in his tone. He took out the lollipop he was licking, squatted to the level of his debtor, and continued, "Then why didn’t youe straight to me to pay off the debt after selling your casino for that same reason?"


    The quivering man couldn’t speak. He opened his mouth to defend himself but nothing came out. It was as if he’d suddenly turned dumb and unable to speak anymore.


    "What was that?" Xander questioned, leaning towards the man to hear him properly even though he didn’t say anything. "Did you suddenly go mute?" He questioned, holding the knife towards the debtor.


    "I-I will pay off the debt! I will," the debtor pleaded, struggling to be free from the men holding him down. "Please don’t kill me."


    "Oh, I know that. I’m not gonna kill you, Mr. Han. If I do that, then I’ll never get my money. So, instead of that, I’m just going to leave you with a warning." The debtor’s tears stopped pouring as a little sparkle of hope twinkled in his eyes.


    The debtor parted his lips to appreciate Xander.


    However, before the debtor could say anything to Xander for being so <i>kind</i>, he felt a sharp pain on his cheeks and all he could taste was blood in his mouth.


    Xander held the blood dagger stained against him, his eyes darkened as he red at the corner of the debtor’s lips he’d just t with the sharp metal.


    "That’s my warning," he said to the debtor, her menacing smile stretched on his lips, making the debtor’s blood turn cold.


    The debtor thrashed around, unable to endure the pain of the sharp cut. He wasn’t in his right senses, but he was sure he despised Xander already.


    "I expect the money in two weeks. If you’re not able to provide that, I’m taking your daughter as a form ofpensation," the debtor’s eyes widened in disbelief. He tried to speak. Unfortunately, the pain was unbearable to do it. "Get him out of here!"


    The two men holding the debtor down picked up as his trail of blood followed them as they kicked him out of their location.


    Xander threw away the lollipop he was licking earlier and popped out a cigarette from his pocket.


    "What a night!" He sighed, flicking the light at the tip when he suddenly got a phone call, and by the sound of the ringtone, he already knew who could be calling. "What could that old man want now?" He wondered, taking out his phone call.


    "What?!" He questioned as soon as the call was connected.


    "When is the trade happening?" He heard Bruce’s question from the other side. "It’s been two months already since youmenced a trade."


    "Listen, with Xavier running around looking for Anastasia, it will be quite difficult to do one now."


    "I heard from our men that he has infiltrated another one of our hideouts."


    Xander sighed, running his hand on his face in frustration. "That brother of mine. So impatient. I will have to contact him soon before he burns down the world just to find his worthless wife!"


    "Not like it’s going to make a difference. But still do it. Ask Samantha which of the girls are qualified to be traded, and which ones should be transferred to the factory. We’re running out of money already." Then the call was hung up.


    Xander stared at his phone which had a beeping sound before he sighed again.


    "So old but still no patience at all," he mumbled.