Substitute Wife, Genius CEO novel Chapter 450

Xavier yelped in pain, instinctively letting go with one hand to touch his face. His fingers came away covered in blood.

In that split second—Smack! Summer delivered a vicious slap across Xavier's cheek.

Xavier's eyes blazed with fury. "Summer, I just want to talk!" he hissed through gritted teeth.

Summer fixed him with a freezing glare. "Xavier, if you don't let go of me right now, I'm calling the cops! Do you want to spend a few nights in a holding cell here too?"

Xavier stared at her darkly, seemingly weighing the truth and consequence of her threat.

"Don't think I'm bluffing," Summer said coldly. "There are security cameras everywhere. You are physically forcing me against my will. And let me remind you, this is Dr. Joe's hospital."

That last sentence carried immense weight.

This was, after all, foreign territory.

Even the most powerful outsiders couldn't challenge local titans. And Dr. Joseph wasn't just some local thug—his family's conglomerate was a monolithic empire here.

Xavier finally released her.

Summer rubbed the dark bruises forming on her wrist. Just before she left, she seized his moment of distraction to land a vicious kick on his shin, then spun around and darted off down the hall.

Xavier hissed in pain, the veins on his forehead bulging with absolute rage.

He turned to his lawyer and ground out, "Can I call the cops and have her arrested for assault?"

The lawyer nodded. Xavier immediately reached for his phone, but the lawyer quickly added, "However, since you grabbed her against her will first, it's highly likely you'd be locked up alongside her."

Xavier let out a vicious curse.

***

Inside Julian's private suite.

Julian had been starved of affection for far too long. Having finally gotten a taste, he lost all restraint, thoroughly taking his wife until she passed out from sheer exhaustion.

After carrying Vivian to wash up, he gently tucked her into the plush bed and pulled the light sheets over her.

He then changed into a spare suit and quietly slipped out of the suite.

Lighting a post-coital cigarette, he scooped up his phone from the desk and dialed a number. "Make sure they take extra good care of that Sutton woman."

"If she walks out of there without a scratch, I'm going to be very upset."

That night, inside a holding cell at the local precinct.

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