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 thepany, 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. Thetter had not contacted them since theirst 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 sessfully 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 eyesnded 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 pping 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 inte with an untraceable ount.


    "I bet some men are jerking off to this video," hemented, thinking of opening thement 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 thestment were several curses and threats bigger than what wasid on Xander as theizens nned on getting the otherizens killed formenting such a thing.


    Xander was quite surprised he didn’t get horny menmenting 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 reying 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 ss.


    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 ss on the counter.


    "There’s someone that’sing 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 Wace," Xander countered.