Vincent Fletcher.
Ian Jennings’ illegitimate son.
Adrian Jennings’ eyes were as dark as ink, "He’s in Aridia, yet his hand reaches far."
Luke Langdon stood nearby, restless and not daring to breathe heavily.
Adrian Jennings said coldly, "Since he’s starting to make a move, I see no need to be polite. I heard he recently secured a big project in Aridia?"
Luke Langdon replied, "Yes, it was just negotiated recently. In recent years, Vincent Fletcher has not only been expanding his influence in Aridia but also has his followers in several small countries around Aridia, where he’s established special bases..."
"Ha." Adrian Jennings curled his lips, "Send him a greeting gift; that project cannot go forward."
Luke Langdon answered, "Yes."
Adrian Jennings asked again, "Was the person who killed Jessica Coleman also Vincent Fletcher’s man?"
"Yes." Luke Langdon’s expression was grim, "It seems Jessica Coleman had no further use, so he silenced her."
Adrian Jennings squinted his eyes, the icy chill in them pouring out in an instant, "That indeed fits his usual modus operandi."
Disregarding the law, killing indiscriminately, utterly inhuman.
Adrian Jennings’ expression was stern, "Since he has so much free ti, let’s give him sothing to do. Contact Edward Shelby over in Aridia to assist in dealing with Vincent Fletcher. We must secure that project; Vincent Fletcher cannot proceed with it."
"Yes!"
...
Aridia, Vincent Fletcher’s private villa.
The phone on the bedside table rang for a long ti.
After automatically disconnecting, it rang again imdiately, like a death curse.
"Brother Vincent... your phone has been ringing for a while... aren’t you going to answer?" a woman asked breathlessly.
Vincent Fletcher remained silent, his alluring eyes filled with a smile, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He was already wickedly handso, and his lustful appearance made him even more charming.
The woman looked on, her breath catching, sinking into his gaze, indulging freely.
...
Selina Hughes had made many calls, but no one answered.
Her heart grew colder and colder.
As ti passed, her anxiety and unease intensified.
"Miss, hasn’t Mr. Fletcher answered the phone yet?" a bodyguard asked.
Selina Hughes’ face was ashen, trembling as she spoke, "He might be planning to abandon ; right now, I’m just a discarded pawn..."
Two days before the engagent party, Vincent Fletcher’s subordinate Logan Sullivan found her and asked her to assist Jessica Coleman in causing trouble at the engagent party.
She had initially planned to use Jessica Coleman’s hand to get rid of Talia Rhodes, but instead, Adrian Jennings was accidentally hard.
Luckily, Vincent Fletcher was powerful, and Logan Sullivan, whom he had stationed in Veridia, was intelligent. The engagent party incident hadn’t been traced back to them by the Jennings Family.
She thought the matter had passed, but the Jennings Family unexpectedly found Jessica Coleman.
Jessica Coleman being silenced must have been Vincent Fletcher’s decision.
Is she the next one to be silenced?
Will Vincent Fletcher silence her first or will the Jennings Family find her first?
...
Aridia.
Vincent Fletcher had just finished venting and was now reclining against the headboard with satisfaction, smoking a post-coital cigarette.
The woman was naked, leaning against him, her slender fair hand roaming over his tanned pectorals.
"Brother Vincent, whose little lover was calling just now? I thought with here, you’d ignore her, but you did call back." The woman dared to be cute and jealous, emboldened by having satisfied Vincent Fletcher earlier.
Vincent Fletcher took a drag from his cigarette, exhaling a smoke ring comfortably.
Surrounded by the mist, his brows and eyes were indistinctly visible.
He curled his lips, raised the woman’s chin, and gazed deeply into her eyes with the sa casual look he gave dogs, his smile roguish.
"What little lover can make as comfortable as you? She’s just a pawn, still of so use; I’m giving her a hand for now. When she’s no longer useful, she won’t even be worth the dog you keep."
The woman’s na was Cynthia Jacobs, one of Vincent Fletcher’s lovers.
The dog she kept was a fluffy white Samoyed.
Cynthia Jacobs listened to Vincent Fletcher’s explanation, her red lips curled, sweetness welling up in her heart, as if soaked in honey.
The woman pouted coyly, "Brother Vincent, how can you talk about girls like that?"
Cynthia Jacobs’ coyness was enchanting, her eyes seductive, drawing him in.
Vincent Fletcher chuckled, raised Cynthia Jacobs’ chin, and lowered his head to kiss her.
His desire was strong, and although he had just released it, stirred by Cynthia Jacobs, it rose again.
The two of them tangled in madness and indulgence, the atmosphere of wanton desire lingering for a long ti.
...
After talking to Vincent Fletcher on the phone, Selina Hughes’ heart was finally at ease.
It seed she still held so value for Vincent Fletcher.
Since Vincent Fletcher had personally assured that the Jessica Coleman situation wouldn’t implicate her, he must be confident that the Jennings Family wouldn’t trace it back to her.
Finally, she could get a good night’s sleep.
...
The Jennings Family study.
Adrian Jennings reported everything Vincent Fletcher had done to the Jennings Family patriarch and his father, Ian Jennings.
Ian Jennings’ expression was heavy.
On the desk sat a laptop, its screen showing the Jennings Family patriarch’s face, which was iron-blue.
The patriarch was on a video call with Ian Jennings, his voice intimidating, "Ian, I said back then that the illegitimate son cannot be allowed to remain; you shouldn’t have been lenient. Our Jennings Family is fine with just Adrian as the heir."
Ian Jennings felt both guilty and regretful, his expression very unpleasant.
"Dad, I was wrong in this matter; I shouldn’t have been soft-hearted. Back then, I was considering that he does carry our Jennings Family’s blood..."
The patriarch’s face reddened with anger, he scolded fiercely, "Just because of your montary compassion, a disaster has ensued! Look at what he’s done? Murdering indiscriminately, treating lives like grass! That’s a total of three lives!"
Adrian Jennings stood quietly nearby, not saying a word.
Ian Jennings listened to his father’s reprimand without daring to refute a single word, "You’re right." Ian Jennings kept his head bowed, letting the patriarch criticize him.
The patriarch was deeply agitated this ti, gave a lengthy reprimand in front of the computer screen.
Holding a high position in Kenton, the patriarch needed approval from above if he wanted to leave, so he couldn’t return for the ti being, having to lecture his inept son via video call.
After scolding for a long ti, the patriarch finally cald down.
He composed himself and called out solemnly, "Let Adrian take the call."
"Yes." Ian Jennings turned the computer to the silently standing Adrian Jennings.
"Grandfather." Adrian Jennings respectfully greeted.
The patriarch lifted his eyelids and looked at Adrian Jennings, asking seriously, "What do you plan to do next?"
Adrian Jennings replied, "Vincent Fletcher recently secured a major project. I plan to give him a hard ti; he invested a lot of ti and effort into this project. If it fails, it could cost him dearly."
"Hmm." The patriarch responded heavily, "Teach him a lesson so he knows that our Jennings Family isn’t a place where he can act recklessly."
"However..." The patriarch’s expression was solemn, speaking earnestly, "From his modus operandi, he’s a complete lunatic. Since you have begun to fight him, you must prepare thoroughly."
Adrian Jennings lowered his gaze, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger, "I know; it was because we weren’t prepared before that he succeeded."
The patriarch nodded slightly, "You’ve always been reassuring in your actions, much better than your father."
He glanced unhappily at the bowed Ian Jennings standing beside him.
Ian Jennings dared not utter a word of retort.
Monts later.
The patriarch told Adrian Jennings, "Adrian, you’re not young anymore; it’s ti to take over the Jennings Family. I understand that previously, your authority was limited, making investigation and actions difficult. Now that this incident has occurred, transferring the family’s power and business to you can help you deal with Vincent Fletcher. I’m told he’s been doing well abroad in recent years, with formidable influence, so do not be complacent."
Adrian Jennings replied indifferently, "Yes, Grandfather, rest assured. I know what to do."
The patriarch nodded, "I’ve always been confident in your actions, except for your impulsive behavior last ti, shielding Talia."
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