CHAPTER 829: CHAPTER 829: SO YOU STILL KNOW SHE’S MY WOMAN

The Xavier family steward understood deeply that over the years, Hugh Xavier was living a life of indulgence like an aloof emperor, while the true power in the Xavier family lay in Justin Xavier—Justin Xavier seemed poised to upend everything.

At that moment, the villa’s front door was pulled open, and a chill swept in. Justin Xavier, dressed in black, tall and upright, appeared at the entrance.

Justin Xavier had arrived.

He strode in with long, steady steps, taking off his black cashmere coat and handing it to his secretary, Coleman, who respectfully stepped aside. Justin Xavier sat down on the sofa opposite Hugh Xavier and curled his thin lips slightly, "Dad, why such a big temper?"

Hugh Xavier looked at Justin across from him. The man was dressed in a tailored white shirt and black trousers, exuding a cold, elegant demeanor. Years of struggles in the business world had endowed him with a mature, sharp aura, distant and imperial, much like a king.

This son, since his birth, had never been properly seen by Hugh.

Taking a look now, he appeared so unfamiliar.

"Justin Xavier, you’re here just in time. I was about to find you. What do you mean by imprisoning me here? You have some nerve. I’m your father, and you dare to defy me like this," Hugh said with a gloomy face.

Justin’s expression remained unfazed, not even a frown disturbing his features, "Dad, it’s tumultuous outside right now. Please rest here for the time being. Once the storm has passed, I’ll arrange a private jet to send you abroad for some relaxation."

"What?" Hugh nearly jumped, glaring at Justin while trembling, "Send me abroad, what do you mean by that?"

The Xavier family steward was sweating all over. He sneaked a glance at the man opposite him. Ever since entering the room, Justin had shown no superfluous expression, yet the cold, noble aura emanating from him was daunting.

Quickly, he brewed a cup of tea, approached enthusiastically, "Master, Young Master, let’s calm down first. After all, it’s just about a woman."

"Young Master, I can vouch that last night, Miss Leah herself knocked on the master’s door. Whatever happened inside, it was Miss Leah’s doing, and to sum it up, you are father and son, whereas Miss Leah is merely an outsider."

"Young Master, have you forgotten? On the day Miss Leah turned 18, she took the initiative to climb into your bed to seduce you. Since she could seduce the Young Master, naturally, she could also seduce the Master. Don’t be deceived by Miss Leah’s pure and innocent appearance and fall out with your own father!" The Xavier family steward smeared all the dirt onto Leah Thorne.

Justin lifted his eyelids and glanced lightly at the steward, then curled his lips into a smile.

Justin suddenly laughed.

His laughter revealed bright white teeth, like a tiger’s sharp fangs, gleaming with a chilling, lethal glint.

The steward’s scalp tingled; he stammered, "Young Master, you...you should have some tea first."

Justin looked at him twice, then extended a distinctly jointed hand to take the cup from him.

The steward’s expression relaxed; the fact that Justin was willing to drink his tea suggested that his persuasion was successful.

He handed the teacup to the man.

As it was about to be received, Justin suddenly let go, "Crash," the teacup shattered on the carpet.

Clearly, Justin did it on purpose, but the steward was so frightened that he rapidly knelt on the ground, prostrating himself at the feet of those proud long legs of the man, "Young Master, I didn’t do it on purpose."

Justin gazed down at the servant by his legs, then shoved the shoes stained with tea leaves towards the man, indifferent lips parting, "Clean it up for me."

"Yes, Young Master." The steward took a handkerchief from his pocket and began wiping Justin’s gleaming shoes.

The next moment, Justin slowly lifted his foot, pressing the steward’s hand beneath his shoe.

Like trampling on rubbish, he pressed down hard, grinding as he curled his lips into an elegant smile, "What did you say just now? I didn’t catch that, say it again."

"Ah," the steward let out a shrill cry, feeling as though his hand was about to be snapped by Justin.

"Young Master, spare me, I was wrong, I don’t dare anymore."

The steward pleaded incessantly for mercy. Looking up along the man’s trouser line sharp as a knife’s edge, he saw a light yet careless smile on the handsome face, chilling enough to make one shudder.

"You were wrong, how so? Over the years, how many mistresses have you found for my dad? I turned a blind eye to that, but you dared set your sights on Leah, bullying her, huh? Who gave you the guts, hmm?"

"Young Master, I..."

Justin leaned down slightly, "Since you know she climbed into my bed when she turned 18, you should know she is my woman. Is my woman someone you this dog of a servant can humiliate?"

The steward was howling in pain like a ghost, swiftly pleading Hugh for help, "Master, save me, I beg you!"

Hugh’s face turned hideous to the extreme, for the saying goes, you should respect the dog’s owner before beating it. Justin’s action towards the steward in front of him was clearly aimed at him.

What he said was also intended for him.

Because he coveted his woman!

"Bastard!" Hugh picked up an ashtray from the coffee table and threw it fiercely at Justin’s head.

Justin didn’t dodge; given his abilities, he certainly could have, yet the ashtray hit his forehead with a dull thud, falling to the carpet, and a rush of hot blood gushed out.

"President!" Coleman exclaimed and rushed forward, taking out a first aid kit to treat Justin’s wound.

The steward had already fainted, with five fingers of his right hand forcibly crushed; that hand was crippled.

Two bodyguards came forward and dragged the steward away.

The atmosphere in the living room turned oppressive and suffocating, and after Coleman briefly treated the wound, he was waved away by Justin.

Justin lounged lazily on the sofa, took out a cigarette, frowned as he lit it, inhaled, then exhaled, starting to blow smoke rings nonchalantly.

Hugh, having injured his own son, felt no distress or guilt, merely issuing a cold snort, "Justin Xavier, your wings have truly hardened, even ignoring your father. For the sake of Leah Thorne, you dare act against your old man?"

"Old man?" Justin exhaled a cloud of smoke and chuckled lowly, "When you touched Leah Thorne, did you consider that woman was your son’s woman, Dad? Why did you touch her? I warned you about her just days ago. Did I not make myself clear, or are you deaf?"

Hugh’s face darkened, but he quickly regained his composure, "You are my son, everything you own now is given to you by the Xavier family, including Leah Thorne!"