Chapter 292
Chapter 292
“What the hell are you thinking?” Chris asked, his cool tone edged with clear contempt for Dominic’s intelligence.
Dominic fired back, “Then you tell me what the hell this is p>
Who would believe it?
Chris ran Xander Corporation. He was the head of the Xander family. But in the middle of the night, this cold, arrogant man had put in colored contacts, slapped on fake scars, and even worn a muscle suit. Then he had risked ruining his reputation just to sneak out of detention.
Who out there was worth that much trouble?
Gavin walked over expressionlessly, took the muscle suit from Dominic’s hand, and packed it neatly into a case with practiced ease.
He was so smooth about it that Dominic had the strange feeling this was something they did all the time.
Dominic blinked, then stared at them like he had been personally betrayed. “Are you two plotting something behind my back? Am I the outsider now p>
“I’m the one who got too built,” Gavin said for no apparent reason.
Dominic looked even more confused. “What does that have to do with how built you are p>
“Why are you asking so many questions?” Chris said.
He finished getting dressed and tapped a cigarette out of the pack, then set it between his lips.
A few strands of damp hair had fallen over his forehead from washing his face earlier. Head lowered as he lit the cigarette, his jawline looked sharp enough to cut glass. There was something cold and distant about him, something impossible to read.
Dominic’s suspicious gaze moved back and forth between Chris and Gavin.
He tried to suppress his curiosity, but it was useless. Finally, he dropped onto the edge of Chris’s bed.
“Just tell me. Who did you go out to see p>
Chris frowned slightly and exhaled a stream of smoke. Then his lips moved.
“A woman p>
Dominic snorted. “Oh, sure. Like you’d sneak out for a woman p>
Then he suddenly sucked in a breath and lowered his voice like he was sharing state secrets.
“Wait. Winter p>
Chris only kept smoking in silence. He didn’t say yes, and he didn’t say no. But Dominic’s gut told him that was exactly who Chris had gone to see,
Because who else could it possibly be?
“If this gets out, I’ll cut out your tongue,” Chris said, flicking ash from his cigarette in a tone so calm it made Dominic’s scalp prickle.
Dominic’s eyes widened.
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So it really had been Winter.
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He was just about to ask more when Chris shot him a look sharp enough to pin him in place. Dominic immediately shut his mouth.
After a while, though, something else occurred to him, and this time the concern in his voice was real.
“Everything outside is already blowing up. When are you finally going to make your move p>
Knowing Chris, Dominic was sure he was holding something back. He had to be planning something big.
Dominic had personally ordered people to inspect Nocturne carefully while it was shut down. It had only just reopened. How had someone ended up dead there so soon?
And how had a warehouse at the West Harbor docks suddenly turned up with that much contraband in it, complete with Chris’s signature on the paperwork?
Chris’s dark eyes were unreadable. He stubbed out the cigarette and said flatly, “I’m not making a move p>
At Xander Corporation, Steve was surrounded by his people as he walked out of the main conference room.
He passed through the executive assistants’ area.
“Mr. Xander, your mother is waiting in your office p>
The man who had once lived in Chris’s shadow was now the one in power. With Chris gone, the corporation was in Steve’s hands. He had officially become the new Mr. Xander.
No one at the company called him Mr. Steve anymore.
Steve gave a quiet acknowledgment and headed back to his office.
The moment he walked in, he saw Sasha standing with her back to him in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“Mom, what brings you here?” he asked with a smile, closing the door behind him as he strode toward her.
Then Sasha turned around and slapped him hard across the face.
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