"Adrian, I suspect the person who pushed me 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 home."
"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 me 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 methods 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 emerging from them, "What are you saying, Talia? It’s me who has implicated you. If not for me, 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 me, 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 come to accompany you every day."
Talia obediently nodded, "Okay."
"By the way, Adrian, could you look into someone for me?"
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 me he must have some backing. How could a factory owner have the nerve to hire thugs like a gangster?"
Adrian said, "I’ve already sent people to investigate."
"Talia, let’s eat first, the food will get cold." Adrian pulled out a chair and sat down beside Talia.
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 became 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 came along when Vincent returned to Veridia this time.
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 name again?"
Vincent enjoyed playing around and possessed a strikingly handsome face. His alluring eyes seemed to enchant even dogs with affection. In Aridia, he had countless lovers, and within just a few days in Veridia, many women 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 merely 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 moment 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 name, 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 remembered.
The night they arrived in Oakhaven, Logan had organized a welcome banquet. To please Vincent, he selected several virgins with excellent figures, including the one Vincent mentioned.
Vincent casually chose two girls for company that night, and after drinking, took them to the hotel for a threesome, leaving the black-haired girl unchosen.
However, Vincent seemed 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.
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That twenty thousand, everyone knew it was to buy the girl’s virginity.
Vincent even gifted her an apartment 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 women. Some 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 something, 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 somewhat different from the other women 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."
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.
Time passed second by second.
The anticipation in her eyes was gradually replaced with disappointment, she held back and held back, finally unable to resist picking up her phone and making a call.
The call rang for a long time before being answered on the other end.
"Vincent, are you busy?" Cynthia carefully asked.
The voice of a woman in ecstasy came from the other end.
Cynthia’s heart was stabbed sharply, bleeding profusely, painfully.
She gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white, and tears streamed down instantly.
"Did you hear? I’m busy, darling, I can’t come 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 instruments of torture, leaving her broken and hurting, unable to breathe from the heartache.
She thought she was somehow different in Vincent’s eyes, she was the woman who had stayed with him the longest, and this time he only brought her back to the country, but her presumed specialness was a mere 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.