Davis, who had dragged him forward, spoke. "Sir, he was caught looking at Miss Dasilva with lustful intent. He had also conspired with his men to have her kidnapped."

  Xanqer's eyes narrowed, his expression darkened. He slowly rose from his chair, his movements deliberate and menacing. "You dare to look at her with such intent?" he growled, his voice low and deadly.

  The crew manager tried to speak, but his voice caught in his throat. Xanqer's eyes seemed to bore into his soul, filling him with a sense of dread.

  The crew manager shook his head frantically. "No. I swear it won't happen again."

  Xanqer's voice dripped with venom. "You're right. It won't happen again. Because you won't have the eyes to look at her with."

  The crew manager's eyes went wide, and he screamed as Xanqer's hands shot out.

  ....

  The crew manager lay on the ground, his face a mess of blood and tears. His eyes were gone, leaving empty sockets that seemed to stare accusingly at Xanqer.

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  Xanqer stood over him, his face a mask of indifference. He raised an eyebrow, his voice was cold and detached. "Let this serve as a warning to you. Never. Try. To. Touch. Meesha. Understood?"

  The crew manager nodded, his body twitching in agony. Xanqer turned and walked away, leaving the crew manager to his suffering.

  As Xanqer walked, Davis fell into step beside him. "Sir, there was a message from Miss Dasilva hours ago," he said, holding out his phone.

  Xanqer's expression softened slightly, and took the phone from Davis.

  As soon as he opened the message, his body froze, his eyes nearly popping out of the sockets. "What the…?" His face contorted in horror as he gazed at the picture. "What is she wearing?"

  No wonder the crew manager had conspired to have her kidnapped. She was wearing such provocative clothings. Xanqer couldn't imagine other men's eyes lingering on Meesha's body.

  Xanqer's face was a mask of fury as he rushed out of the building, his phone still clutched in his hand. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Meesha, his Meesha, was wearing a revealing outfit that left little to the imagination. He couldn't bear the thought of other men looking at her, lusting after her. He felt a surge of possessiveness, a desire to protect Meesha from the world.

  As he emerged from the building, he spotted Meesha's limousine waiting for her. He strode towards it, his long legs eating up the distance. He yanked open the door and slid inside, his eyes scanning the interior until it landed on Meesha.

  She was sitting in the corner, her phone in her hand, a look of serenity on her face. Xanqer's gaze narrowed as he took in her outfit. The leather skirt was short, showcasing her long legs, and the top was tight, accentuating her curves and revealing her skin.

  He felt a growl rising in his throat as he realized that every man in the dinner room must have been staring at her. "Meesha," he said, his voice low.

  Meesha looked up, a smile spreading across her face. "Xanqer!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with delight.