CHAPTER 942: CHAPTER 942: JUSTIN XAVIER IS HERE!

The slender waist was embraced, and Chelsea nearly collapsed onto Justin Xavier’s body.

"Young Master, let me serve you tonight." Chelsea’s seductive breath whispered in Justin Xavier’s ear, as her entire body writhed like a water snake on him.

Any other man would surely be unable to resist such temptation, so Chelsea was very confident as her small hand slid down again...

Quickly, Chelsea froze, because Justin Xavier still had no physical reaction!

This...

Chelsea was shocked. She felt she had tried her best, yet Justin Xavier felt nothing. To her, this was an immense humiliation.

Old Master Xavier and Mrs. Xavier had ordered her to serve him, but there was no response from him. What was she supposed to do?

Justin Xavier looked at Chelsea, his dark eyes still cold and indolent, "Why did you stop? Is that all the tricks Old Master taught you, and you thought you could use them to serve me?"

"Young Master, I..." Chelsea felt an inexplicable chill.

Just then, Justin Xavier’s large hand tightened, gripping her slender waist forcefully, "If that’s all you’ve got, get off my lap and don’t smear your sleaziness on me!"

The blush on Chelsea’s pretty face vanished immediately, turning pale white, her eyes red and filled with tears of humiliation.

Chelsea swiftly crawled off, picking up her coat from the carpet in a disheveled manner, holding back tears as she rushed out.

As soon as she opened the door, Old Master Xavier was there waiting outside.

Seeing Chelsea running out in this state, Old Master Xavier’s face darkened. He reprimanded sternly, "What’s the matter?"

Chelsea managed to cover herself with the coat, "Old Master, I... I... Young Master he..."

"Useless thing, pack up and leave!" Old Master Xavier immediately dismissed her.

Chelsea knew she was finished. She had not accomplished her mission, so now she was worthless, and the Xavier family would not keep a useless person.

Chelsea ran away crying.

Old Master Xavier entered the room where Justin Xavier was still sitting on the sofa, unmoved. His long legs casually crossed, he leisurely took a cigarette from the pack and lit it.

"Justin, what happened just now?" Old Master Xavier asked.

Justin Xavier unhurriedly took a drag of his cigarette, then slowly exhaled the smoke, "What could have happened, Grandpa? You let Chelsea in to serve me. I let her try, but down there, it didn’t cooperate, couldn’t rise."

Justin pointed with the hand holding the cigarette toward his trousers, with a nonchalant look.

Old Master Xavier was furious, "Justin, you!"

"What did I do?" Justin Xavier shrugged, looking aggrieved, "Or, Grandpa, would you like to personally instruct your grandson in the bedroom, or maybe you should take the lead yourself since Grandma’s been gone for years. You could as well take Chelsea."

"..." Old Master Xavier was shaking with rage, surprised that such outrageous words could come out of Justin’s mouth.

"Justin, I see you’re just trying to defy me. Forget about Leah Thorne. If Chelsea doesn’t work, I’ll send other women to you. My stance remains the same: choose Leah Thorne, and you’re out of the Xavier family!" Old Master Xavier angrily declared.

Justin Xavier took another drag, then extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, dusted off his trousers, and stood up.

He turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" Old Master Xavier asked.

Justin Xavier turned back to glance at him, "Grandpa, weren’t you kicking me out? So, I’m leaving."

With that, Justin Xavier left without looking back.

"You! You! You unfilial child!" Old Master Xavier was flushed with anger, almost losing his breath.

Justin Xavier quickly went downstairs and slowed his pace as he reached the living room because Mrs. Xavier, Laura, was watching him.

"Justin, are you really going to find Leah Thorne?" Laura Xavier asked through clenched teeth.

Justin Xavier, with one hand in his pocket, nodded, "Yeah, haven’t seen her for days, missing her a bit."

Laura felt a nerve snap in her head, "Justin, are you really trying to drive your own mother to death..."

"Mom," Justin interrupted her directly, "What do you want me to do?"

Laura froze, staring blankly at her son.

Justin Xavier also looked at her, his cold dark eyes slowly filled with a hint of sorrow, "If it’s really unbearable for you, I’ll kill Leah Thorne, then myself, and join you. How about that?"

Laura’s eyes widened in disbelief at her son—how could he say such a thing?

His demeanor did not resemble someone speaking in a moment of passion; he seemed entirely earnest.

"Mom, I’m leaving now." Justin Xavier walked away briskly, disappearing into the night outside.

...

Leah Thorne was led back to her room in the acting troupe by Madame Goldie, who treated her injured ankle, and Leah lay down to sleep.

She wasn’t sure if she had fallen asleep, as she was in a daze, plagued by continuous nightmares.

She dreamt of her dad, mom, brother, the bloody Beryl lying in front of her, and finally, the child she had lost...

Leah abruptly opened her eyes, waking from the nightmare.

Madame Goldie had left a dim lamp on when she left. Leah stared at the crystal chandelier overhead, gasping for air, realizing it was just a dream.

Bang.

Bang bang bang.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and Leah shivered in fear.

She looked at the tightly closed door—someone was knocking.

Who?

Bang.

Bang bang bang.

"Leah Thorne, it’s me, open up!" A deep, magnetic voice rang in her ears.

Leah quickly sat up; she recognized the voice—it was Justin Xavier.

Justin Xavier had come.

Didn’t he leave with Old Master Xavier and Laura to go home? It’s so late; why is he here?

She thought he wouldn’t come.

"Leah, did you hear me? You’ve got three seconds to open the door, or I’ll kick it down. You know a flimsy door can’t stop me." Outside, Justin’s patience was obviously wearing thin as he pounded on the door, hinting at the threat.

"One..."

"Two..."

He was already counting down.

Leah quickly threw off the blankets and jumped out of bed, running barefoot to the door. As Justin’s count reached three, she stretched her hand to open the door.

Outside stood Justin Xavier, tall and handsome, dressed in black, standing in the dim light, one hand braced against the wall, exuding an aura so dark and powerful, he looked like the king of devils from the underworld.

"Why did it take so long to open the door?"

He spoke as he walked in, kicking the door shut behind him with his leg.