Chapter 40: Mrs. Ivanov

Everybody in the room was stunned. A terrified look was plastered on their faces. A dead body lay on the ground, soaked with his own blood. Xavier stood in the middle of the crowd with a gun in his hand.

"Tsk." He took the handkerchief in his pocket and wiped the blood that had splattered across his face. He had this disgusted look upon his face as he wiped off the blood of the person he killed just now. After wiping it off, he put his gun back to the back of him and put it under his coat before he turned around and started walking back towards his wife's direction.

Margarette could not move. She was still frozen from what happened just now before her eyes. But when she saw that Xavier was approaching her, she flashed a smile. A relief one.

In Margarette's mind, at least he wasn't harmed in any means.

Xavier's brows creased in shock, but he didn't say anything.

"Let's get out of here," he said before extending his hand to her. With a nod, she accepted his hand; the hand he used to kil