Chapter 17: Oscar Award

Xavier's voice was stern, his brows furrowed into a deep crease as a cold smirk curled at the corner of his lips, as if to say, "I've seen through your tricks long ago." "What kind of performance is it this time? The old self-harm act?" "Dad!" Felix sobbed uncontrollably, his body trembling. "This isn't a trick, I swear! I've been beaten up, Mr. Paxton is dead, and all my men are dead too. Please believe me, Dad! If you don't come, you might never see me again!" "Oh, I believe you." Xavier's...