"And when youe 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 exin 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, rie," said Mr. Belbvet.
Xander despised being addressed by thatst name. Although he was adopted by Bruce and had to carry thatst name, he didn’t quite admire thatst name at all.
"Are you talking to me or yourself?" Xander questioned.
He nced around, checking for any CCTV cameras and only found one. But from its position andck 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, exining 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 merelyughed, his wrinkles folding around the corners of his eyes.
"Fifty million dors 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 inte 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 mourwood 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 yed 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 thetter quickly shielded his mouth with his palm to prevent him from doing so.
Slowly, the vice president of mourwood 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.