Transmigrated: I Became My Nemesis's Woman novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61: I don’t think he is lying

Meanwhile, somewhere across the city, inside a luxurious room of a towering building, Xander had arranged a meeting with the leader of the Monsta Clan.

The man sitting across from him had a reputation soaked in blood. Known for his brutal methods, he was also a sworn enemy of Morris Hardley—the former leader of the DarkKnight Clan.

There had once been rumors that the two were friends.

But a personal rift had turned that bond into a lifelong rivalry—one that lasted until Morris’s final days.

"I wasn’t expecting to hear from you, Ace," the man said with a smirk, using Xander’s underworld name. "But I’m glad you finally agreed to meet me."

Kael was about Xander’s age and had taken over the clan after his father’s death. People often said he was as twisted as his father, Lucifer.

But from what Xander had learned over the years...

Kael was worse.

"I won’t waste time, Kael," Xander said coldly.

Kael let out a short laugh. "So direct. I expected something more... formal, considering this is our first proper meeting."

He leaned back slightly, studying Xander with interest.

Kael knew exactly who he was dealing with.

Xander was a name the entire underworld respected—and feared. His organization was one of the most powerful, built on strict rules and discipline. Unlike others, they operated under a structure that gave them legitimacy, even in the shadows.

And that was exactly why Kael wanted him.

With Xander’s backing, Kael could shield his illegal operations and expand his power without scrutiny.

Xander, however, had other plans.

Without a word, he gestured to Taylor.

Taylor stepped forward and handed a file to Kael.

Kael raised an eyebrow before taking it. "What’s this?"

"Open it," Xander replied.

Kael flipped it open—

—and froze.

Inside were photographs.

Clear images of him meeting Morris Hardley at a restaurant... on the very day Morris died.

Kael’s expression darkened instantly.

"What is this?" he demanded, looking back at Xander. "And why are you showing it to me?"

Xander’s gaze remained steady.

"Because I want to make sure you don’t deny what I’m about to ask."

Something in his tone made Kael shift slightly in his seat.

"Are you threatening me?" he asked, though his voice wavered just enough to betray him.

Xander didn’t blink.

"No," he said calmly. "I just want a yes or no answer."

For the first time, a flicker of unease crossed Kael’s eyes.

What does he know?

"What is it?" Kael asked, forcing his voice steady.

Xander didn’t hesitate.

"Did you kill Morris Hardley?"

For a moment—

Silence.

And then Kael burst into laughter.

"Why is everyone so eager to paint me as the man who killed someone already counting his final days?"

Xander’s brows drew together slightly.

Kael’s laughter slowly faded, his expression turning serious.

"The answer is no," he said firmly. "I did not."

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