Book 2, Chapter 70

Chapter 70

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The maid, Nisha, knocked on Rican’s office door, her voice calm but with a hint of urgency. “Sir, someone named Xavier is here to see you.”

The name alone was enough to make Rican’s blood boil. His jaw clenched tightly, and fury flashed in his eyes. “He has the audacity to come here after everything he’s done?” Without a second thought, Rican reached into his desk drawer, pulling out his gun. He checked the bullets—two were left. The others had been fired during that last, heated argument with Alessa.

He made his way down the staircase, his footsteps slow but determined, each one carrying the weight of his anger. There, standing at the center of the grand hall, was Xavier, hands casually in his pockets, looking as relaxed as ever. When Xavier turned around, he found himself face-to-face with the barrel of Rican’s gun, pointed squarely between his eyes.

Rican’s voice was low and dangerous, laced with rage. “You must have a lot of nerve to come here after w