"He’s a little confused about his decisions in life, but I can tell you we have the sa goal," Xander replied with a grin on his lips. "As for why I didn’t tell you, I don’t trust you quite enough for that."
Julian was deeply shocked by Xander’s words.
He glanced over to Samantha who made eye contact with him for a few seconds before focusing on her computer and typing away.
"I’ve been with you in the business for the longest ti ever and you’re telling you don’t trust ?" Julian questioned. He needed to find who this informant was as soon as possible.
"Just because I’ve known you doesn’t guarantee that I trust you completely," Xander replied. "You don’t need to know everything, Julian."
Julian was beyond confused now because the words Xander was spouting didn’t make any sense to him. He didn’t insist. He just needed to inform Anastasia as soon as possible and have this informant discovered.
"You don’t need to get so emotional. The informant is soone who has been giving us information. So in short, we have to rely on him to stir clear from Xavier for now," Samantha finally chid in.
Julian glanced at her, realizing he shouldn’t be overreacting now. However, his curiosity remained.
**
A day later,
Bruce was sitting across his friend, Mr. Wallace in their usual club.
The last ti they t was the day Anastasia was pronounced dead on social dia. They’d been trying to et less because of the chances of being figured out by anyone.
Bruce gulped down his alcohol in one shot, not exactly shocking Mr. Wallace but the latter still looked at him with a weird expression.
"You’re already in your sixties. You should learn to take less alcohol so you won’t die before your ti," said Mr. Wallace.
Bruce chuckled under his breath. "Even if I take hundreds of these, I would still be unaffected by the consequences."
Mr Wallace could only hum.
"By the way, why did you tell to get here? Any new information?" He asked.
"There’s this lady, Jennifer Reyez, that Xander t at the anniversary of soone. She’s soone good with connections and would be helping us expand the baby factory business in Regalith," Bruce inford.
Mr. Wallace’s eyes widened in shock.
"Regalith? Are you planning on having yourself beheaded? That city is too clean to be tainted with such an idea."
Bruce went on to inform Mr Wallace of the information Jennifer had provided on the day of their eting and Mr Wallace was shocked.
"So, she’s soone that knows her way with connections then?" Mr Wallace thought out loud. "To think that son of mine didn’t even inform about this."
"You know how your relationship with him is so you shouldn’t be surprised. Besides, Anastasia is dead, so there’s no business between the both of you anymore. He has no reason to see you or talk to you anymore."
Mr Wallace couldn’t help but sigh.
"I’ve been trying to get Xavier married, or at least, forget that woman but he wouldn’t yield. I’m getting too old for this and I need a grandchild. Doesn’t Xander have soone he’s talking to?" He asked.
Bruce’s expression instantly turned sour for a second, recalling Xander’s and Samantha’s closeness. It may have all been in the past, but he could see they had that lingering tension between them, and the last thing he needed was for Xander to be intimate with Samantha in any sort of way.
Xander had rejected Samantha’s love in the past and that was probably the best thing he’d wished for to co to pass. Xander may not be his flesh and blood, but he treasured him more than Samantha. The girl has been nothing but a bad on to him, bringing him nothing but bad luck since the day she’d been born.
"No one," Bruce replied. "Xander has no one and from the looks of things, he’s not going to have any love life anyti soon. He has buried his head at work and he’s never finding anyone soon."
"Well, he’d better. He’s almost forty and needs to provide with a grandchild," said Mr. Wallace.
Bruce simply gave him a look but didn’t say anything else.
**
On the outskirts of Farmville
"Are you sure it’s alright for you to be here? Aren’t they going to be wondering where you are?" Anastasia asked Tracie as they took a walk around the house.
The sun shone warmly, casting a golden glow over the surroundings, while a gentle breeze danced across their skin. The leaves rustled softly in the trees before drifting gracefully to the ground.
It was a peaceful noon, the quietness broken only by soft murmurs. Half of the girls were napping, while the others played gas or engaged in quiet conversations.
Seeing them recalled her ti back at the sex slave house when she still had Angeline and Elizabeth by her side.
"Not really, I told them I was going to Glamourwood to check up on what Fiona had been up to these past few days," Tracie replied.
She had already inford Anastasia about the woman—the sole witness to what had happened to Xander’s high school ex-girlfriend, Arabella.
"Glamourwood isn’t far from here anyway," she added.
Anastasia nodded in understanding.
This was their third ti eting, and she couldn’t help but be glad she had soone by her side now. She wasn’t as lonely as she’d been the past few months.
"I’m considering working with Xavier," she finally said and Tracie stopped in her tracks, believing she hadn’t heard that right.
"Wait what?"
"He needs to stop Xander; we both do. But we can’t just storm in and destroy everything he’s built. If we do, we’ll be putting the girls’ lives in danger and leaving them with nothing. That’s why I ca up with an idea," she explained, her tone firm. "I’m trying to convince Xander to pay them. So, when it’s all over, they’ll have sothing to rebuild their lives."
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