Chapter 88: Accusations & Lies
His words elicited loud gasps from the crowd that surrounded us as everyone watched with anticipation written all over their faces, and I was no exception. I turned to face him, looking up at him with my brows knitted together and a surprised expression masked my features as he stared ahead into the people.
Proof? Since when did he have proof?
As my mind continued to buzz with thoughts and my heart raced in my chest, his deep voice jolted me back to reality.
Xavier’s intense gaze was fixated on Mrs Jones as he narrowed his eyes into thin slits, the words that left his lips were laced with malice. "Your husband admitted to me that he touched my wife and threatened to take away her spot at that art exhibition."
"No, you are lying to me! It can’t be true!" Her sharp voice echoed in the exhibition hall, bouncing off the freshly painted walls. She then let out a loud scoff then jutted out her finger to point directly at him while she drew in heavy breaths. "You don’t have any proof, you are just saying it to scare me, aren’t you?" She sneered with a disdainful scorn, her voice was dripping with accusation.
A low chuckle emerged from his lips this time as he raised his brow at her while everyone else held their breaths.
"Don’t believe me?" He snarled. "Maybe this might change your mind," he spat the words out of his mouth as he kept his gaze steady, a knowing look twinkling in his dark eyes.
I watched with a blank look etched onto my face as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. His fingers hovered over the screen as he maintained a calm demeanour while he pressed the buttons with intention and he clenched his jaws tightly.
I could tell that anger was already pulsing through every single vein inside of his body but he sucked in a deep breath. Pressing the play button on his phone, the familiar voice blasted through his speakers and resounded in the exhibition hall, loud and clear for everyone to hear.
"Didn’t touch her? So... are you trying to say that my wife lied to me?" I could hear Xavier’s voice reach my ears, his tone carrying a sharp edge to it.
Then it was Henry talking and I could imagine the smug look plastered across his face as the memories from that day flooded my mind. "All I’m saying is that she could have misinterpreted my actions. I was just being friendly."