“Are you the one who sent her in there?” Bella’s face went ashen at the dangerous undercurrent in Xavier’s tone.
The man they’d kept for questioning hadn’t been as helpful as Xavier had hoped. The terrified human hadn’t bothered to get the name of the girl who’d sent Ava – apparently, she was blonde and liked to play hard-to-get. Which described about a solid third of the club’s employees.
With yet another avenue closed to him, Xavier was on a warpath.
“Wh– “ It wasn’t often that Xavier found the mistress scrambling for words – the impeccably curated air of aloof control he’d spent his life trying to perfect his entire life seemed to come naturally to the businesswoman.
“I had nothing to do with this abhorrent incident, Mr. Michaels. Frankly, I can’t believe that anyone wou
