The Untouchable Ex-Wife

“Isn’t that No.29, that heiress?”
The tough woman was immediately excited, smacking her thighs as she chuckled, “Welcome back. And here I heard someone
bailed you out... My shoulder just happened to be feeling sore, so come here and give me a massage.”
“You’re sore everywhere, everyday anyway. Here—let me give you some proper treatment,” Leia retorted and slapped the tough
woman across the face.
“H-How dare you hit me?!” The woman was left dumbstruck by the slap and stared at Leia in disbelief while clutching her
swelling cheek.
“That’s not all—I’ll kick you like you kicked me! What are you going to do about it?” Leia snapped and kicked the woman
squarely in the stomach.
She stumbled but quickly snapped at the other intimates, “What are you spacing out for?! Get her!”
However, the other women were all huddled together and shuddering in fear, staring at the burly man standing behind Leia.”
“Go on if you dare,” Xavier said as he slowly lit himself a cigarette, illuminating his handsome face and quietly intimidating
presence.
He was not saying much or doing anything, but that was enough to intimidate those women.
“Who the hell are you?!” The tough woman demanded, clearly hostile and uncowed despite noticing Xavier. After all, she was a
mob boss before her incarceration and had taken the lives of people.
“Who, me?” Xavier took a long drag and flashed a vague smile. “I’m here to back up my kid, so you should take her beating lying
down if you’re smart.”
“Your kid?!” The tough woman did not have the patience to listen—her flabby cheeks were stiffened as she balled up her fists,
ready to retaliate.
However, when she finally had a good look at Xavier’s face from the glow of his cigarette, she dropped to the floor while her face
paled as if she just saw a ghost. “Y-You’re Xavier Stuart?!”
“Yes,” Xavier, whose family was involved in legally-gray businesses, nodded. Moreover, the tough woman had the fortune to
meet him once, with those good looks of his particularly memorable.

And she was immediately on her knees, pleading with Xavier, “I-I’m so sorry, Mr. Stuart. I didn’t know No.29 was with you. I
would have definitely been giving her my best hospitality if I knew... Please, don’t hold it against me, Mr. Stuart. Forgive me...”
She did not fear being in jail, but she feared the Stuarts. She would be in for a world of pain when she got out, and her family
would suffer with her.
The consequences were certainly unimaginable.
Nonetheless, Xavier simply smiled haughtily as he took a puff, though there was icy cruelty in his eyes that would leave anyone
shuddering.
“You never hurt me,” he said. “Why are you apologizing to me?”
The tough woman was certainly smart enough to turn to Leia and kowtow to her. “I-I’m sorry, No. 29. I must be blind to make
things so unpleasant for you... I’m so sorry! Please forgive me!”
Their other cellmates did the same, but Leia remained impassive as she said coolly, “None of you have to apologize because I’d
never forgive any of you. I will, however, return the favor for everything you put me through.”
With those words, she slapped the tough woman across the face with the back of her hand. She’d return what she’d been given,
in full, one painful bit after the other.
“No!!! Please, stop!!! We won’t do it ever again!” They kept begging for mercy—their desperate cries eerily resounding across the
hollow detention center.
Eventually, Leia was exhausted and done with her revenge.
Turning towards Xavier, she said, “I’m done. Let’s go.”
“Alright!” Xavier snapped his fingers and gently opened the door for Leia.
The women in the cell were left watching, stunned... They would never have upset someone that important if they had known!