Novel & Cerita Discovering Mr X

“Hello?” “Ava, hey….” Hesitation sounded strange in Xavier’s gruff voice. She was used to hearing him yell, growl, and even sigh with pleasure. But contrite was still new to her. Hell, it was probably new to him, too. “How have you been?” “Xavier….” She sighed, letting the silence do the talking for her. Not because she had nothing to say, but because she had too much. “Right, right,” he rushed on. “I’m calling because I wanted to tell you that we figured out who M.B. is. Montgomery Bennett.”

And he had tried to kiss me so how did that even happen? I felt sick to my stomach because I knew how much Kael wouldn’t want anyone to know about this. I mean, it was Kael afterall. Kael, who barely even talked. Kael, who looked at me like I was something fragile. My heart was racing when I found the right hallway and spotted a small wooden plaque: Mr. Xavier—Social Studies / Pack Theory. Atleast something was going right? But seeing Xavier now might just make everything worse. I knocked once and waited for about a minute without getting a response. I let myself in.

It was as if she had disappeared into thin air, like a ghost. "Damon, stop investigating. Maybe it really was my mistake," Jeanette said to Damon. "It doesn’t matter if it was her on the truck or not. As long as she’s out there, she’ll always be a hidden threat." Damon was right, but it had been such a long time. Where was Madison hiding? The private investigator may not have found Madison overseas, but he gave Damon another piece of news instead. "I found out that Sir Xavier bought a return ticket to the States. He should be returning very soon."

“Mr. Xander.” The contact lasted barely a second before she withdrew her hand. Her gaze slid past him without lingering. She remembered Zac and Skyla both saying he was injured. If they were talking about it, it had to be serious. Yet he looked perfectly fine. “Mr. Xander,” her colleagues said eagerly. It was her two colleagues’ first time meeting Chris in person. He was the man at the helm of the Xander empire, known for his decisive and ruthless tactics in the business world, yet strikingly handsome in a way that drew attention the moment he entered a room.

He sounded crazy, a particular mental disorder derived from sleep deprivation. Maria exhaled gently, deciding to not waver from her calm deposition, which made him think she wouldn't go easily into his game. If she wasn't going to play along, he would find another way. She could see he had a goal in mind. But he wouldn't achieve it with threats. "What are you talking about, Mr. Stanley? Should I look into your sleep--"

X and then signed him to speak. Mr. X take out his small writing pad from his pocket and started writing something on the paper while Jerika looked at him in confusion. After finishing writing, Mr. X took out the paper by tearing it and then placed it on glass of the window using his palm for Jerika to see. Jerika had not put on the lights and hence it was difficult for her to see what was written on the paper so she moved further and when she looked at those words, her heart skipped a beat. It was written that,

Get me out of here. My hand reached toward him despite myself. Step by step, I approached him. Maybe the ropes holding his hands were tight, but— A board squeaked under my foot. I whirled around. Mr. X was standing by the door. Shadows flickered on his face because of the moving bulb and made him look like anything but human. His posture was laid back. Hands in the pockets. A little tilt of the head. His eyes, however, were completely empty. "Didn't I warn you not to be here?"

I reluctantly pulled myself from the water, wrapped myself in a towel and walked to the door. “Who's it?” I asked. No answer. “Who is it?” I repeated. I could hear movement on the other end but no answer. I should have turned away and gone back to the jacuzzi, it was the safe thing to do. But I didn't. I unlatched the locks and cracked the door open. He was there. Mr. Caldwell- Graham. Breath uneven, hands bracing the door frame, towering over me. He whispered in a cracked voice. Head bowed, eyes dark.

It felt like the beginning of a puzzle I hadn’t asked to solve, but now couldn’t ignore. The penthouse was quiet except for the low hum of the city far below. I stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, swirling a glass of whiskey, watching the lights of London bleed into the Thames. Sleep had become a stranger since the gala. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. My phone vibrated on the desk. Marcus Vale. I answered immediately. “Tell me you have something useful.” “More questions than answers,” Marcus said, his voice tight. “I dug deeper like you asked. The woman is a ghost with perfect paperwork. But I found one anomaly.”

"But..." Shelia still wanted to protest. Edgar cut her off, his voice firm. "I've had a long day. Go to bed." Shelia finally retreated to her room, her shoulders slumping in defeat. In the spacious living room, Edgar's phone rang sharply, breaking the silence. He answered it before his secretary's voice came through the line. "Mr. Odom, we've found the illegitimate child of your father and that woman." Edgar's eyes narrowed. "Who is it?"