Chapter 411: He’s There
In Fameville,
Anastasia waved Tracie and Xavier goodbye as they left the house. Xavier’s gaze was on her the entire time, as if trying to read her and she tried everything possible to not make eye contact with him because she felt he would be able to read her thoughts just immediately.
Anastasia gave Tracie a stern look, reminding the latter of the stunt she’d pulled off last night. Tracie had wanted to stay with Anastasia, but Xavier was going to question her, wondering why she was so close to someone she’d just met.
Xavier had already informed Anastasia beforehand to give him any important information that Mr. Steven ended up spilling.
When they got into the car, Anastasia didn’t wait and closed the door right behind her, and he back slammed against it, releasing the breath she’d been holding since.
Having Xavier around the house had stressed her in ways she couldn’t bring herself to complain.
The first thing Anastasia did was to take off her contact lens that had started to irritate her eyes because she’d worn them longer than she needed to. She went into her weapon’s room which was also in her room but one wouldn’t know because it was disguised as a simple wall with a painting hanging on it.
Anastasia went in and took out everything she needed to torture Mr. Steven with. When she was done, she headed towards the basement. While selecting the house, she’d made sure she picked the one with a basement for this special purpose.
Mr. Steven was still sleeping as she’d predicted. She glared at him as she reached forward and smacked him across the face, making him jump as his eyes flickered open.
"W-where..." His words slurred. It was the effect of the chloroform she’d used on him earlier. "Who are you and..." his gaze landed on the ropes used to tie him against the chair. "What is the meaning of this?" He questioned, his face red with rage as he tried to twist his wrist to come out of the rope.
Anastasia leaned against the table, arms crossed as she watched him struggle. "You’re not very bright, are you?" she mused, tilting her head. "You’ve been kidnapped, genius. Try to keep up."
Mr. Steven gritted his teeth, tugging harder at the restraints. "Do you have any idea who I am?" he barked.
"Oh, I know exactly who you are," Anastasia said, her voice laced with mock sweetness. "That’s why you’re here." She stepped closer, her eyes darkening. "Now, let’s skip the part where you act tough and get to the part where you tell me everything I want to know."