Go After My Ex-wife novel Chapter 1711

Callis continued savoring the steak on the plate. The taste, flavor, and doneness of the meat were perfect, just how he liked it.

Xanthus stood up and fixed his gaze on him. "Leave. Now."

Callis lowered his head and continued to eat, unconcerned. Frustrated, Xanthus sent someone in to haul Callis away.

But when the servant saw Callis's imposing gaze, he didn't dare to come close.

Xanthus himself was not a fan of physical aggression. Who born with a silver spoon would ever resort to such unpolished behavior?

They entered a stalemate until Callis finished his meal, placed the napkin on the table, cleaned his mouth, and headed upstairs.

Xanthus stood rooted with his arms akimbo. Hopeless of the situation, he asked the servant to leave for now.

After he left, Xanthus sat motionless on the sofa for a long time.

It was already afternoon when Xanthus went to check on Novalie before leaving the house. Seeing Xanthus getting into his car, Jared followed behind. Mid journey, Xanthus pulled over, got out of his car, and went over to Jared, knocking on the window, asking him to come out.

Jared hopped out of the car, unbothered.

Seeing Xanthus, he asked, "What's up?"

"You know what's up. Stop following me."

Xanthus didn't look too happy. Jared was the one who'd taken Cynthia from him; he had nothing more to say to him.

"It's not for me to decide. I'm just following Mr. Harvey's instructions. I work for my pay, and I obey my orders, doing whatever he wants me to. Venting your frustration at me won't change anything."

As Jared spoke, Xanthus sneered. "Yeah? Did Jepherson order you to seduce Cynthia too?"

Jared wasn't even slightly affected when he heard the name. He had never cared and would never care for her.

"Cynthia's feelings for me have nothing to do with me. Discussing this with me won't change a thing."

"If you really want her, go to her. You don't have to be a genius to figure that out."

When people said that words could kill, it must be Jared Robertson they had in mind.

Cynthia herself was a scar in Xanthus's heart. Such a ruthless slash from Jared would definitely hurt.

Xanthus's face blanched. "We'll not go into that subject. Don't follow me anymore."

With that, Xanthus returned to his car. Midway, he received a call from Cynthia, who was crying.

Xanthus turned the car around and went to her.

To Xanthus, Cynthia was like a thorn in his heart; he could never forget her. After all, she was the first woman he'd fallen in love with and for a long time.

He couldn't vow that she would be the only love of his life. After all, she had already chosen to leave.

But he definitely wouldn't be able to forget her so quickly; this was beyond doubt.

When he arrived at Cynthia's, Xanthus immediately went to the door; someone came out to answer it after he pressed the doorbell. While Xanthus searched for her, Cynthia was weeping heart-wrenchingly.

The door opened, and Cynthia turned to look at the visitor; she was still crying and did not move.

Looking at her, Xanthus felt a twinge of pain in his chest. He hesitated but still walked over to her.

Cynthia said, "My family... My Mom died years ago, Flynt too. Even Yanora..."