He frowned in curiosity, wondering who could have <i>infiltrated </i>his mansion. It couldn’t possibly have been some burr since he had security men at the gate.


    Still, he grabbed a gun and tucked it discreetly into his waistband, ensuring it was well-hidden. Without hesitation, he opened the door and stepped into the hallway. The noise grew louder with each step he took toward the living room.


    When he was close enough, he identified the voices to be a feminine one but it wasn’t just one woman’s voice he was hearing. Xavier’s eyesnded on threedies who were seated on the couch with dresses that barely covered their shame while about two wore something that reached below their knees.


    Opposite them was his father who was sharing a joke with them.


    Instantly, Xavier’s blood boiled.


    He despised people he didn’t knowing to his house. The only ones he let into his mansion were his family and the rk family sometimes, excluding Richard. Even his business associates didn’t know where he lived because he loved his peace and quiet, most especially when Anastasia was still around.


    However now, there were some five unfamiliardies he had no clue which they’dnded from sitting in thefort of his home as if it was theirs.


    When Mr Wace made eye contact with Xavier, he immediately stood up to acknowledge his son. The girls also stood up in sync, ready to impress when they saw Xavier.


    "Xavier, I’ve brought some girls for you to choose from," Mr. Wace said with a smug smile. "Their families are promising and worthy of the Wace name. What do you think?"


    He pointed to a girl in a burgundy dress with a deep V-neck that plunged to her t stomach. "This is Mara. Her family owns one of the biggestpanies in mourwood. I think she’s a perfect match for you."


    Xavier’s disgust was immeasurable, but he kept his face stoic, unwilling to show any reaction.


    As soon as those words left his lips, the other girls pouted as if they’d already lost before thepetition even began. Meanwhile, the one called Mara was blushing like a fool while ying with her fingers like a high school girl who was acknowledged by her crush.


    "And this one over here—"


    "Leave my house." The words that came out from Xavier’s words were unexpected and the girls thought they might have heard him wrong. They nced at each other, the same question running through their minds. "I said leave my house!"


    They flinched in fear, their hearts falling to their feet. Without letting him repeat his words one more time, they carried their bags and bolted from there like there was a ticking time bomb that would explode soon if they wasted any more time.


    Mr Wace frowned in dissatisfaction. He frowned at the girls who were easily chased away by Xavier’s voice and realized he needed to look for someone who was not easily intimidated by him.


    Before he could scold Xavier for being rude to <i>his </i>guests, Xavier snapped at him. "Who do you think you are to bring some strangers into my house?"


    Xavier made a mental note to instruct his men not to let his father into his mansion again. He realized his father was going to misuse that free liberty toe over whenever he wanted and even dared to bring strangers.


    "Will you calm down? I wanted to tell you yesterday that I already have a few girls in mind who are good candidates to stand by your side and carry the Wace name and I would be bringing them today, but you kicked me out of your house before I could even do so."


    Xavier’s eyebrows creased together, wondering if his father had always been this disgusting and heartless. With the days that passed, he seemed to be d that Anastasia was not with him anymore.


    "Look, all that I’m doing is for your own good. I want what’s best for you. Now that Anastasia is no more, Xander is not going to keep troubling you—"


    "And how can you be sure about that?" Xavier questioned, catching Mr Wace off guard with his question. "You know what father, you look very happy that Anastasia is not with me anymore. Is there something you’re hiding from me?" Xavier’s tone was very calm and rxed but the edge was still sharp enough to cut through skin.


    "What do you mean by that? Of course not!" Mr Wace was now suddenly defensive.


    "That’d better be it because if I find out that you have a hand in what’s been going on for the past few months..." Xavier trailed off with a sharp snort that sent chills down Mr. Wace’s spine, "...you will be sorry."