Chapter 041 Xavier's Voice Holds Authority Above All
Kyle was seriously frightened by this aura, "Who... who are you?" he asked.
"You better get it straight, this is Mr. Montgomery," Omari interjected.
Kyle knew Omari to be a proud man, not one to address others politely, and that included other members of the Montgomery family like Ryan or Patrick; he'd never given them the time of day.
The only one Omari would honor with a title was the one who had recently returned from Oakworth amidst much buzz.
"It's Mr. Montgomery?!" Kyle's legs nearly gave out, nearly dropping him to his knees.
Xavier's reputation was well known, and with their status, they hardly had the right to speak to him directly.
Xavier frowned slightly, and Kyle, reading the room and remembering the warning, went pale. He could easily rob him of the chance to speak again, he could make sure Kyle didn't see the sunrise tomorrow.
He couldn't afford to cross the Turner family, let alone Xavier.
He pointed towards the restroom, "In there... in there..." Kyle said, trembling.
The restroom door was kicked open, and inside Tom turned around, annoyed, "Who's that!"
Wasn't Kyle supposed to watch the door and keep others out? Someone dared to interrupt him!
However, when Tom saw Xavier's face, his demeanor was now a mask of terror.
"Mr. Montgomery..." he began but halted as Xavier cast him a mere glance. Xavier's gaze turned frosty, his dark eyes brimming with icy sternness.
Grace's clothing had been torn, exposing swathes of her skin. Her pale legs were pinned down as her attackers seemed intent on prying them apart. Blood stained the ground, and the sound of slapping echoed as they struck Grace's face, cursing, "Slut! Whore!"
"Try to stab me again, you're asking for death!" one of the men threatened. They attempted to snatch the knife from Grace's grasp, but she clutched it tightly, refusing to let go; blood trickled down her palm in a stomach-turning sight.
Xavier strode forward, forcefully kicking the person in front of him aside.
"Who... ah!" The man's protest was cut short as a punch landed squarely on his face. Xavier had struck with such force that the man immediately cupped his mouth, feeling something come loose, and then fall away. Blood flowed as he screamed, cradling his dislodged teeth.
The sight made Tom turn pale, who realized things had taken a dire turn. He quietly bolted from the bathroom.
Xavier kept on fighting those around him, not holding back, beating them violently.
Omari approached Grace, trying to help her to her feet, but she fiercely resisted. She brandished the knife, stabbing at anyone who came close.
"Grace, it's me, Omari. It's okay, just put the knife down, all right?" he pleaded.
However, Omari's words had no effect. Grace's face was flushed with exertion, her eyes clouded with confusion and mistrust, seemingly deaf to any reasoning. Her resistance was a primal instinct, warding off any touch.
Omari, helpless amid the bloodshed, saw Grace's trembling eyelashes that showed a sign of her unwavering determination.
"Get away!" Grace's voice was soft yet filled with steel.
Omari struggled to get the knife from her hands, finding no opening as Grace had been fiercely defending herself.
"Grace, I'm not a bad guy. I'm Angela's brother. You and Angela are best friends, right?" Omari attempted to awaken Grace's senses through the mention of Angela.
Still, Grace showed no signs of letting go.
"You deal with them; leave her to me," Xavier commanded, his voice cold but imbued with an irrefutable authority.
"Grace doesn't recognize anyone right now. You might not be able to handle her either," Omari replied with a grave expression.
Xavier frowned, looking at the knife in Grace's firm grip. She was holding the blade part which had cut into her palm.
He extended his finger, attempting to pull the knife from her hand, but found her grip tight.
"Grace, let go," he said softly.
Upon hearing the voice, Grace's fingers twitched. She strained to lift her face as if she wanted to see who was before her. But her eyelids grew heavier, and she could no longer keep her eyes open.
Her eyelashes quivered; his hand held onto Grace's; his hushed tone seemingly soothing.
"Give me the knife." Xavier's hand rested on Grace's, his large palm enveloping her own.
The voice was so familiar; she hadn't heard it often, yet it seemed etched in her mind.
And that scent of cedar wood, unlike any other, that crisp fragrance cut through the muddled odors and invaded the softest part of her heart.
Instinctively, Grace relaxed, slumping against the wall. Her eyes remained open, as though she was eagerly trying to identify the person in front of her.
Slowly, she spoke, "Xavier..."
"It's me. Let go and hand me the knife," he urged her, gently.
Finally, Grace relaxed her grip, and the knife fell into Xavier’s hands.
Omari opened his mouth, visibly shocked by the scene.
He had just mentioned Angela and Grace hadn’t loosened her grip, but with just a couple of words from Xavier, she handed over the knife to him.
He knew there was some connection between Grace and Xavier, surely, they couldn't be this close?
Xavier put the knife in his pocket and examined the cut in Grace's palm, noticing it was quite deep and needed immediate attention.
He took off his jacket and draped it over Grace before lifting her into his arms.
His indifferent gaze swept over the people on the ground. Hastily, one of them explained, "We didn't do anything to her, she had slashed us several times."
"It was all Tom's orders. He said he'd pay us half a million dollars if we got her and filmed a video." The men Tom had hired were now confessing everything, fearing they'd be implicated.
"Mr. Turner, I'll take her away and have her injuries treated. Please keep an eye on these people. I'll arrange for someone to come handle this," Xavier instructed.
Omari opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Xavier was already carrying Grace out.
Kyle, who was at the doorway, watched as Xavier carried Grace out, her blood dripping onto the floor like little flowers.
He turned pale and immediately knelt on the ground.
Xavier’s car was outside, where Mason had been waiting for a while. He was surprised to see Xavier carrying someone.
Even though Mason had been with Xavier for many years, he had yet to see him intervene in someone else's troubles.
He swiftly approached and said, "Mr. Montgomery, let me take her for you."
Xavier didn’t hand her over to Mason. Instead, he ordered, "Go open the door."
It was then Mason noticed Xavier was holding Grace.
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