All Chapters of The Art of Revenge: Chapter 161 - Chapter 166

Xavier looked down. “That’s all the report says for now. If we want to know more, we’ll have to wait.” “I can’t wait another second! I’m going to call my father!” She pulled out her phone. Xavier quickly grabbed her hand. “Don’t rush. If you call Uncle Bram out of the blue like this, he’ll be upset. And if he really has nothing to do with it, your questioning could damage your relationship.” “Then what should I do?! All I can think about is Gaius’ death. If I keep waiting, I’ll go crazy!” Seeing her furrowed brows, Xavier thought for a moment and asked, “Have you seen Dr. Beckett here recently?” “Yes! He was invited to attend the hotel’s grand opening.” “As far as I know, most guests invited to the event are given a three-day complimentary stay. During those three days, they can enjoy all services for free. Unless something urgent comes up, most don’t leave early.” Serena quickly understood, “You mean… Dr. Beckett might still be staying at the hotel?!” “Exactly.” “But he’s t

Serena’s pupils contracted sharply. A spark of hope flickered in her heart.That’s right! At the time, her father hadn’t yet become the mayor of Vernon.If the man claimed to be the mayor’s secretary, then he may not have been her father’s secretary at all!She quickly stepped forward and grabbed Dr. Beckett’s arm, eagerly asking, “Dr. Beckett, do you remember that man’s name?!”“I think was Matt… Matt something.”“Matt?!” Her eyes dimmed slightly. “Are you sure it was Matt?”Dr. Beckett frowned and rested his chin on his hand, trying to recall carefully.After a moment, he suddenly slapped his thigh. “I remember now! His name was Matt Rivera!”“Matt Rivera?!”“Yes!” Dr. Beckett nodded firmly. “His name was on the badge. I was being cautious and checked it very carefully at the time.”“Are you sure you’re not mistaken?”“Absolutely not!”Serena finally let out a long breath. “That man was not my father’s secretary—he never was! My father’s secretary is named Matt Lewis! Uncle Matt h

One Year Later. En Route to the Exclusive Clinic.Xavier's grip on the car's armrest was so tight, it looked like it might snap off. His knuckles were as white as snow, and his heart was hammering in his chest like a jackhammer. His breathing? Shallow. His mind? In full panic mode. His assistant, Kurt, looked like he’d been thrown into a storm without a life raft. The poor guy was clearly way out of his depth.“Faster, Kurt!” Xavier barked, practically leaning into the dashboard as if that might make the car go faster. “My wife’s in labor! The sooner we get there, the better!”Kurt, flustered and way too green for this kind of chaos, glanced nervously at the road. “I—I’m going as fast as I can, sir! But the traffic’s... it’s insane!”“Not fast enough!” Xavier groaned, his eyes wild with panic. “Do you understand what’s happening? My wife is about to give birth! I need to be there—like right now! The universe is clearly conspiring to keep me away! Do you have any idea how that feels?!”