Xavier was in his office, organizing so docunts as he prepared to call it a day and head back ho.
Before leaving, he instructed his secretary to cancel all of his etings on a specific date—it was the day of the award show. He wanted to be with Selene and watch her receive her award.
Heading to his private elevator, he entered it, riding down to his private parking lot.
As Xavier drove out, he nearly collided with a car parked right in front of the parking lot exit. The sudden stop jolted him, and he cursed under his breath. The other vehicle’s windows were heavily tinted, making it impossible to see who was inside.
Xavier’s eyes narrowed as he studied the car. It was a sleek, black luxury sedan, the kind that exuded wealth and power. He could tell from the make and model that it wasn’t just any car—this was the type of vehicle owned by soone important. Whoever was blocking his way wasn’t exactly a nobody.
"However, Xavier resolved to take action if the person didn’t reveal himself imdiately. Swiftly, he concealed a gun in the back of his suit, ready to use it if necessary. He prepared to confront the person who remained in the car, aware that his path was being obstructed."
Stepping down from the car, Xavier took three wide strides, standing in front of his car as he waited for the other person to step down.
The door of the other car opened, revealing a 6’7 inches man, clad in a business suit that glued to his fine physique, wearing sunglasses.
Once Xavier saw the person who was walking up to him, he stiffened but tried to act numb. He watched as his forr best friend, Ezekiel Clark also took a few steps, standing before him.
Xavier stared at Ezekiel, many questions in his mind he wanted to ask him. E.g. Why was he at the Wallace company when they were the ones who promised to never cross paths with the Wallace family ever again?
"What are you doing here?" Xavier questioned, his fist clenched as he glared at Ezekiel who seed rather calm about the confrontation.
Ezekiel took off his sunglasses, folded them, and held them in his hand.
"I have questions to ask you," Ezekiel replied, mirroring Xavier’s expression. He didn’t think he would co to see Xavier after what had happened in the past, but he needed answers on where his lost sister was.
"What kind of questions?" Xavier asked, a little curious but still cautious of Ezekiel’s presence.
If the press recognized them, rumors would spread, speculating that they had reconciled. But Xavier knew Ezekiel too well to believe he ca to make ands.
"Do you know Anastasia Harrison?"
Xavier’s eyes darkened at that na. That was the na of his wife.
"In case you were wondering, I was the one who broke the barrier securing her profile. It was you, wasn’t it?"
"What are you talking about?" Xavier questioned Ezekiel with eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He wasn’t surprised Ezekiel was the one who broke the barrier. He wasn’t sure but he had an idea he was the one.
"Why are you helping Robert hide Anastasia?" Ezekiel questions Xavier whose frown only deepened. "Are you working with him? What are you gaining from this?"
"When did you start beating around the bush when talking, Ezekiel? I don’t understand a single word you are spouting," Xavier snapped.
Ezekiel clenched his fist in anger.
"Do you know the real identity of Anastasia Harrison?" Ezekiel wasn’t going to tell Xavier who Anastasia was until he found out if the latter was working with Robert or not.
Xavier frowned. "What about her?"
’He doesn’t know she’s Ava,’ Ezekiel concluded which ant he wasn’t helping Robert in hiding her from them. Now, he wondered why Xavier was keeping her profile empty.
"Nothing," he denied. "Why were you keeping her profile hidden?"
"It’s none of your business," Xavier answered.
He didn’t understand why Ezekiel was accusing him of working with Robert. He didn’t have any business with that old hag.
But what about Anastasia’s identity? Was there sothing about her he didn’t know about?
Ezekiel glared at Xavier, about to curse at him, but gave up on the thought. Xavier wasn’t hiding Anastasia’s profile from Ezekiel on purpose. He had his unknown reason. Xavier didn’t know that Anastasia was Clark.
Ezekiel didn’t know if he should inform Xavier that Anastasia, wherever she was, was Ava Clark, his childhood friend. But they weren’t on good terms.
It was still Xavier’s and the Wallace family’s fault that Ava went missing in the first place. He tore his gaze from Xavier, concluding he wasn’t going to inform Xavier about Ava.
"Do you have a picture of Anastasia I can see?" He requested. That was the only thing he wanted to ask from Xavier. Only a picture and everything was solved.
Unfortunately for Ezekiel, Xavier was overprotective of Selene. If it hadn’t been she was a public figure, not a single picture of her face would be seen on the internet. But he wasn’t going to tell Ezekiel Anastasia goes by another na.
"Not until you tell why you need it," Xavier responded. He made a ntal note to investigate Anastasia’s past.
"Never mind then." Ezekiel walked towards his car and got in. He glared at Xavier through his tinted glasses, his fist clenching on the steering wheel.
Through the tinted glasses, Xavier could still feel Ezekiel’s glare, but since the latter didn’t want to explain anything to and preferred to keep him in the dark, he was just going to find things himself.
Xavier walked back to his car, pulled out his phone, and dialed Maxwell’s number.
"I want you to do every possible research regarding Anastasia."
A week flew by, and the day of the award show arrived. Selene sat in her car, watching the paparazzi snap photos of the arriving celebrities.
Xavier placed his hands on hers. "You can do this," he encouraged with a warm smile.
"I can do this," she echoed.
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