"Adrian, I suspect the person who pushed by the roadside today is Vincent’s man. Apart from Vincent, I can’t think of anyone else who would do this."
Adrian held Talia tighter, his dark eyes gleaming with a piercing cold light, "I’ve checked, Vincent has indeed returned to the country."
Talia’s body stiffened.
"Talia, try to stay indoors as much as possible and work from ho."
"Is he... is Vincent really that terrifying?"
Adrian released Talia and placed his hands on her shoulders, staring into her eyes with seriousness, "I don’t dare to gamble, Talia. The thought of you almost getting hurt today scared so much my heart nearly stopped. You know, I value you more than my own life."
Adrian’s eyes reddened, "I am one hundred percent confident in defeating Vincent. His thods are ruthless, but I can be even more ruthless. However, he has no feelings, no weaknesses, and can even be described as inhuman, while I’m different, I have you."
"Talia, I can’t risk you."
The restaurant lights were bright as day, and the food on the table emitted a tempting aroma.
The TV in the living room was playing the evening news, the host’s voice faintly audible.
Talia’s eyelashes lowered, her eyes turned sour, she whispered, "Adrian, am I dragging you down?"
Adrian’s eyes suddenly turned red, guilt erging from them, "What are you saying, Talia? It’s who has implicated you. If not for , you wouldn’t be targeted by Selina, and Vincent wouldn’t have set his sights on you."
Talia slowly shook her head, "You haven’t implicated , I’ve never thought that way."
"But I do think that way, it’s a fact." Adrian sighed, "Please don’t go out for the next few days, alright? I’ll co to accompany you every day."
Talia obediently nodded, "Okay."
"By the way, Adrian, could you look into soone for ?"
"Who?"
"Raymond Lewis."
Adrian’s eyes revealed a sharp cold light, "Is he the man who tried to hire thugs to teach you a lesson today?"
"Yes." Talia nodded, "My intuition tells he must have so backing. How could a factory owner have the nerve to hire thugs like a gangster?"
Adrian said, "I’ve already sent people to investigate."
"Alright."
"Talia, let’s eat first, the food will get cold." Adrian pulled out a chair and sat down beside Talia.
"Okay, you join ."
...
Vincent sat in the backseat of the car, the driver and bodyguard in the front, Eric, glanced at the rearview mirror, "Vincent, should we head to Cynthia’s villa tonight?"
Cynthia was originally from Veridia, coming from a well-off family, she beca an international custom travel guide out of passion, and hasn’t returned to the country for two years since getting involved with Vincent.
Cynthia was the beloved mistress of Vincent in Aridia, and she ca along when Vincent returned to Veridia this ti.
The man in the back seat lit a cigarette, slightly raised his eyelids, "No, go find that girl, the one who looks so pure, what’s her na again?"
Vincent enjoyed playing around and possessed a strikingly handso face. His alluring eyes seed to enchant even dogs with affection. In Aridia, he had countless lovers, and within just a few days in Veridia, many won had already thrown themselves at him.
As long as they were good-looking, Vincent would accept them.
He engaged in risky businesses that teetered on the edge of danger. Indulgence and revelry were his life’s credos.
He relished ultimate pleasure and indulging in sensuality to relieve stress.
For Vincent, a woman’s body was rely a tool for relief, he could be with many and offer them anything except love.
He was a man devoid of emotions and heart; love was the most useless thing to him.
The girl who looks so pure? Eric pondered for a mont and tentatively asked, "Is it Miss Suzy?"
Vincent took a drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaling a smoke ring, surrounded by a cloud of white.
"Seems it’s not her na, it’s the one Logan brought that night we arrived in Oakhaven, small figure, long black hair, big eyes, just reached adulthood, still a student I think."
With such a description, Eric rembered.
The night they arrived in Oakhaven, Logan had organized a welco banquet. To please Vincent, he selected several virgins with excellent figures, including the one Vincent ntioned.
Vincent casually chose two girls for company that night, and after drinking, took them to the hotel for a threeso, leaving the black-haired girl unchosen.
However, Vincent seed interested in her too. Though he didn’t let her accompany him that night, he generously gave her twenty thousand in cash, saying it was for her university fees.
Girls who ca to such places were all for sale.
That twenty thousand, everyone knew it was to buy the girl’s virginity.
Vincent even gifted her an apartnt near her university.
Eric had been with Vincent the longest, knowing his character best; Vincent was a free spirit and naturally flirtatious, having kept dozens of won. So stayed around longer, like Cynthia, who had been with Vincent for nearly two years, while others he’d only entertain once or twice.
Thinking of sothing, Eric hesitated to speak, "Vincent, one hour ago Miss Cynthia called saying she prepared dinner waiting for you, and you promised to go back for dinner with her."
Considering Cynthia had been with Vincent for quite a while, Eric felt she was sowhat different from the other won and felt the need to remind him of the promise he made to her.
Vincent chuckled disdainfully, eyes showing indifference, "Suddenly don’t feel like going."
"Alright."
Eric said no more and quietly started the car.
...
Cynthia had been busy all evening, skillfully cooking steaks, preparing roses and red wine, and putting on a full face of makeup.
The lavishly decorated villa dining room was cold and empty, she wore a wine-red silky long dress with sexy black stockings, exuding charm and allure.
Sitting at the dining table, she gently swirled her wine glass, her beautiful eyes full of expectation and intoxication.
The clock on the wall ticked away.
Ti passed second by second.
The anticipation in her eyes was gradually replaced with disappointnt, she held back and held back, finally unable to resist picking up her phone and making a call.
The call rang for a long ti before being answered on the other end.
"Vincent, are you busy?" Cynthia carefully asked.
The voice of a woman in ecstasy ca from the other end.
Cynthia’s heart was stabbed sharply, bleeding profusely, painfully.
She gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white, and tears stread down instantly.
"Did you hear? I’m busy, darling, I can’t co over to have dinner with you tonight." Vincent’s voice was slightly hoarse, with a gravelly tone.
Cynthia bit her lip hard, tears falling non-stop.
The man didn’t hang up, tossing the phone onto the bed, the indescribable sounds echoed from the phone into Cynthia’s ears.
Cynthia listened masochistically, those sounds becoming instrunts of torture, leaving her broken and hurting, unable to breathe from the heartache.
She thought she was sohow different in Vincent’s eyes, she was the woman who had stayed with him the longest, and this ti he only brought her back to the country, but her presud specialness was a re joke.
The woman’s voice from that side rose higher and higher, from initial shyness to complete liberation, Cynthia couldn’t bear it any longer and angrily smashed her phone.
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