"Anastasia is dead."
Silence followed as soon as those words came out of Bruce’s mouth. The air stiffened as Mr Wace 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. Wace shifted his phone to the other hand.
"How did she die? What happened? Did he kill her? What exactly happened?" Mr Wace 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 Wace 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 Wace 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’ming over there now." Bruce told him where he was and Mr Wace 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 Wace finally arrived.
He was parked in front of what seemed like a club. It was only afternoon but he could hear some faint booming musicing from inside the club. He sighed, a little shocked that Bruce woulde to a ce like this.
The area seemed secure and he could see some bouncers standing at the entrance of the club. He nced behind him to be sure no one was looking at him. Then he got inside without the bouncer stopping him and asking any misceneous 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 Wace’s hand. The influential men surrounding Bruce had already turned to look at Mr Wace, and once their gazended 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 Wace mumbled to himself as he took a seat for himself.
Since the Wace empire was one of the biggest empires in the world, it was only normal that he had enemies who were jealous of his sess.
"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 Wace 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 eysh before signaling a bunch of girls toe 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."