They exchanged a few more words before Anastasia hung up on the call.


    "He doesn’t know you’re the one?"


    "He doesn’t. I know Xavier isn’t just searching for me, but also wants to end Xander, so I’ll be sharing any information about Xander I’m able to discover."


    "You can both coborate, work in secret, and destroy Xander before he even figures out what’s happening," Tracie suggested.


    Anastasia didn’t respond, as her gazended on the mango juice she’d ordered.


    The both of them stayed in the restaurant for a while, trying to catch up on what was happening back at home even though there was nothing much to share.


    Tracie made sure to inform Anastasia about the mild suspicion surrounding Mr. Wace. The old man had been unusually quiet in recent weeks, except for his persistent attempts to pressure Xavier into remarrying.


    She also didn’t forget to inform her of what caused the dispute between the twin brothers to ur.


    Anastasia was shocked. She didn’t want to believe Xavier could do such a thing. There must have been a loophole somewhere.


    After a long line of conversation, they both headed to the building where the girls rescued the previous night were staying.


    "This ce is nice," Traciemented when she saw the girls trying to get back to their usual lifestyle before they’d been kidnapped by Xander and his henchmen. But it was obvious it would take them so much time to recover.


    "The girls are still recovering and will be leaving when everything is clear outside of these walls. The ones that want to leave can do so, while the ones that want to stay can do whatever they want," Anastasia exined as she led her in.


    "This is just like the house that Xavier has for the girls he rescues," Traciemented and a small smile appeared on Anastasia’s lips. "Maybe after all this is over with, you can go there with him and pay the girls a visit," she suggested.


    Anastasia surprisingly didn’t argue this time. Instead, she said, "I will."


    Julian came out from the entrance door, talking to one of the women who had been in charge of pushing a girl in a wheelchair.


    Once he saw Anastasia with Tracie, he gave hisst instruction to the woman before heading for them.


    "I didn’t know you were bringing her here," he said, sizing Tracie up and thetter already knew she was going to have bad blood with the man standing before her.


    "Why? Are you scared I came with a sharp pair of scissors to cut off your nuts like I promised?" Tracie questioned, her voice dripping with mockery. Instantly, his eyes darkened, but she didn’t falter.


    She took a deliberate, threatening step closer, her gaze unwavering as she looked up at him. Despite his towering presence, he instinctively took a step back, his confidence visibly shaken.


    "You shouldn’t go around threatening people like that. I understand that you worry for your sister, but I don’t mean any harm towards her or any of her rtives," he quickly defended.


    "And you expect me to believe that?" Tracie hissed, her tone sharp and using. "Aren’t you Xander’s right-hand man or something? Do you think I’d fall for the idea that you don’t harbor some sort of hidden motive? You couldn’t have possibly just woken up one day and decided to help Anastasia escape—not when you’ve had the chance to save so many other girls before!"


    She took another threatening step forward, her eyes zing with distrust. He instinctively backed up, hisposure faltering under her piercing gaze.


    He nced at Anastasia who hadn’t said a word yet.


    "My reasons are none of your business. If I wanted to arm Anastasia, I could have let her die back at the factory. I have my reasons for my decisions and I’m not going to bring them to light, at least not yet," he exined.


    Without wasting a single moment, Tracie pulled him by the cor of his shirt, pulling him down to her eye level, ring hard into them as if she could burn him at that moment.


    "Anastasia might trust you, but I don’t," Tracie said, her voice low but threatening. "However, since no harm hase to her since you saved her, I’ll let you go—for now. But you’d better sleep with one eye open if you ever think about betraying her, because I won’t hesitate to take action."


    She red down at his crotch with a menacing smile. "I don’t think I need to repeat my threat. The message is clear."


    With a swift push, she forced him back, making him stumble a few steps away from her. His eyes were wide, and he didn’t dare challenge her.


    Anastasia only watched in silence, unable to believe what she was seeing.