Rewriting the love story after traveling into the novel novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129 A Taste of Trouble and Something Sweet

No matter how high Becky jumped, she couldn’t reach Xavier’s hand.

So she snapped. “Give it back!”

Xavier’s lips curled in amusement.

Becky rolled her eyes. There he goes again. Smiling like that. What was even funny about this?

“You’re so flustered–what, does it say something insulting about me?”

“Not

“It totally does. I bet you were just bad–mouthing me behind my back.”

“It’s not! It’s a banner.”

“A banner that insults me?”

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“Don’t be ridiculous. If I wanted to insult you, I’d just say it to your face. Why would I waste money on a custom banner and go through the trouble of having someone embroider insults?”

“Oh yeah? Let’s find out.”

Before she could stop him, Xavier flicked his wrist, and the banner unfurled.

His lips twitched when he saw the words.

Then he read them aloud with a straight face.

“Ms. Quinn, My Savior and Second Parent.”

Now that it was exposed, Becky stopped fighting.

That producer–seriously? Couldn’t she have chosen something normal to write? How was a young, beautiful woman like her supposed to hang that thing with pride?

Xavier burst out laughing.

“My Becky’s amazing. She’s someone’s second parent now.”

Becky glared at him. “Who’s your Becky?”

“I am not. We have nothing to do with each other

“We had a kid together. How is that nothing?”

“The kid has nothing to do with you either.”

“If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have had a kid in the first place.”

Becky crossed her arms. “Sure I would’ve. I could’ve picked someone else.”

“You wouldn’t dare.

“Why not?”

Sull, when she said it, her voice wasn’t quite as strong

Xavier stared at the swirl on the top of her head, trying to suppress the urge to strangle her

He rolled up the banner and put it back in the cabinet. Then he turned and walked out. A moment later, he returned with a box in hand and shoved it into hers without saying a word

Chapter 129 A Taste of Trouble and Something Sweet

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She looked down.

It was cake

Blueberry flavor. Three fresh, plump blueberries sat on top.

Her favorite.

She swallowed. It looked delicious.

She was just about to open it–then paused.

It was from Xavier.

She froze, then turned and marched over to Mr. John.

“Here.”

Mr. John’s face lit up. “Oh Cake? For me?”

“Yep.”

“Did the baby daddy buy it for you?”

“I think it’s poisoned. You can test it for me!

She set it down and walked away quickly–before she could change her mind.

Mr. John opened the box, took a bite, and commented happily, “Mmm, this is good. Sweet but not too much. Great texture. The blueberries are so fresh…”

“Mr. John, can you not narrate while eating?”

“Sorry, sorry. I’ll stop.”

Becky checked the time. It was almost the end of the workday.

She grabbed her bag. “Mr. John, I’m heading out”

She needed cake

She searched around the plaza but couldn’t find the same kind Xavier bought.

in the end, she gave up and bought a pound of egg cakes from a street stall to satisfy the craving.

At a bar’s VIP lounge.

A man lounged on a black leather sofa, long legs crossed elegantly.

His sharp gaze had dulled, lost in thought. Pale fingers clutched a crystal glass as he stared blankly ahead.

Brendon elbowed him. “What’s on your mind?”

Xavier snapped back to reality. “Nothing”

“Yeah, right. You look like someone just dumped you. Don’t tell me Becky shot you down again?”

Xavier didn’t respond.

Brendon grinned “Ah, the legendary “hell mode‘ of chasing your wife. I feel for you, man”

Xavier gave him a side glance.

Brendon sipped his drink, then casually asked. “You hear about the Lewis family?”

Chapter 129 A Taste of Trouble and Something Sweet

Xavier nodded. “A little”

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“They say the kidnappers got the ransom and still planned to kill the kid. Good thing someone stepped in and rescued the Lewis heir. But they haven’t caught the criminals yet. The kid’s wrecked–legs destroyed, mind probably shattered too. And he’s only what–fourteen?”

Xavier’s eyes turned colder.

“Be extra careful lately, Brendon warned. That guy’s active again.”

Xavier nodded.

The kidnapper only targeted wealthy families and their children. Even after receiving ransom, he often killed the victims.

He counted on the desperation of rich parents–knew they’d pay anything for hope.

Then, once he had the money, he’d kill them anyway.

He’d done it again and again over the years, growing bolder each time.

Upper–class circles everywhere were panicking.

The next morning. Becky had just reached the gate of her neighborhood when she spotted Xavier.

He wore a long black overcoat, leaning against his car while talking on the phone.

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