Chapter 233 - Hairstyle 1

When Vincent returned to the banquet hall, the band was still playing music tirelessly. But the dance floor was empty since everyone had gathered around the boxing ring, which was bustling with noise and excitement.

On the ring, Noah gained the upper hand only with one hand. Ferne was miserably tortured but appeared to be extremely happy. He kept chattering and even Noah's attack was interrupted. "Don't be soft on me. I've bet all my assets on it. I can share you half of the profit ... holy shit! Don't hit my face!"

"Mr. Vincent," Rex was somewhat hesitant, "the little ... Miss Emily is gone."

Vincent gave him a slight nod and then walked forward. But he soon met Irene. She did not wear that knight's outfit this time. Instead, she changed into a long dress and matched it with a suit jacket, which made her more elegant. She walked over passionately and handed a gift package to Vincent. "Emily asked me to hand it to you."

Vincent raised his eyebrow and took it over himself.

Irene's smile froze before it was widened, "Happy birthday. Then I'll go first."

"Alright."

Ordinarily, he was so cold that he didn't even say a word to her. But today, he said something because of that retard. Irene didn't know how to describe her emotion. It seemed to be more disgusting than shit.

She bade a farewell with a smile. But the moment she turned around, her face darkened.

Rex grinned and stood half a step behind Vincent, "Mr. Vincent, let me open it for you."

However, Vincent personally opened it as he walked forward. The package looked exquisite. As he saw the logo on the box, he slowed down. A plain black tie appeared as the box opened.

Rex immediately began to flatter him, "As far as I know, Miss Emily is really fond of money. Since she spent so much on this birthday gift, she must care a lot about you."

Vincent appeared to be calm and put the tie back into the box. But just as Rex was about to take it over, Vincent curled his lips up and tightened his grip on the box.

Rex relieved. He thought that the little Hulk didn't know how to choose a gift. All of them was worried for her and were afraid that Mr. Vincent would be annoyed. After all, what had happened just now was really annoying. Luckily, the little Hulk selected a right gift.

But Rex remembered that he had early reminded her of Vincent's birthday. He thought that Vincent might want to something special. But the little Hulk actually bought an expensive tie. Was she afraid that her handwork would be too sorry?

Forget it. No matter what, she had sent a gift.

Meanwhile, Irene, who was seated in the car, took a glance at the gift on the passenger seat. She had thrown it into the trash bin, but she got it back after thinking for a while.

She had to keep it. Then, it would remind her that her rival was a retard.

Thinking that Mr. Vincent might have opened her gift personally, she put on a mocking smile. Everyone's gift was taken by Rex. But as long as she mentioned Emily, Vincent would take it in person. What irony!

Irene stepped on the gas and the engine rumbled. The cold wind blew as she calmed down. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel. She wanted to play fair. But since Emily had play some tricks, she would do something special as well.

**

When Armando opened his eyes, he saw an animation projected on the ceiling. A pretty girl bowed and asked with her cheeks flush, "Master, are you awake?"

Beside her was a line of blue subtitles. Day broke as the sun came out. The girl pouted, "Master, hurry up and play with me!"

Armando was lost for words.

He sat up. And he thought he might as well lie down again. The blankets, pillows, carpets, shoes, walls, chairs, lamp holders, cabinets ... the posters of this little girl could be seen everywhere you could imagine. The carpet was no different from a huge poster of this girl. She wiped her sweat, played badminton, pouted, went shy or peevish.... All in all, there were all kinds of images of the girl that you could imagine. Armando found himself dazzled.

Although he rarely paid a visit to his friends, it was easy to guess where he was.

"Randy!" He got up, put on the slippers and walked to a mirror. His cheek had been applied with medical powder as the corner of his mouth was bruised and covered with ointment. His mouth hurt when he spoke.

He didn't get many injuries on the body. Indeed, he was just too absorbed in the boxing and had lost the helmet in the end. But he was totally in a daze and only knew to shake his fists. He just remembered that Jaquan and Randy had climbed up the boxing ring. He didn't know whether they came to stop the fighting or join him. Anyway, he didn't want to recall it.

The room wasn't very big, but it was enough for a bachelor. It used to be a big suit, but Randy changed it into several rooms. There was a playroom, a fitness room, a restroom for staff and even a tearoom. Randy's room was naturally small after the transformation. But Randy enjoyed it. It could be easily seen from the various posters.

Armando took his coat and walked out. There were two door-to-door bathrooms in front of him. When he turned around and took a few steps, there was a restroom. Across from it was a training room. The players were playing games with headphones on. Randy stood behind them and offered his guidance from time to time. However, when he saw a player who was drinking milk tea while training, he couldn't help but curse.

Armando could not hear what he was curing through the door. He just saw that player turn around and curse back. His teammates seemed to have gotten used to it. They sat steadily and just ignored the two of them.

Then ... Armando heard Randy.

Because Randy had raised his voice a lot, "Fuck, I've said it hundreds of times! You're playing a team game, not a solitaire one! Don't you understand me?"

"It's just training. Why are you so serious? Besides, can you stay away from me? I can smell the alcohol on you. It's terrible."

"...."

"Holy shit! You...!"

Randy was so enraged that he might need a Quick Acting Heart Reliever. He looked up and happened to see Armando through the window. Then, he held back his anger and walked over. He took a swig of cooler and spat in a huff, "Damn it!"

Then, he looked at Armando as if he had thought of something, "Are you going back? It's so late."

"Yes." Armando nodded and was somewhat hesitated, "Vincent...."

Randy waved him a "relieve" and said, "I told him that I won't return after I sent you back. He's not in a good mood tonight. So, there seems to be no recreation after the midnight."

"What happened?"

"That sketch book, you know, which has a black swallow on the title page, was sent to him by someone as a gift."

Armando frowned, "How could others have that?"

Randy sneered, "The Britt family sent it. That stupid Miss Elsie was taken advantage of by others. But she was still unaware of it.. If it weren't for Emily, Vincent might have directly given her a piece of his mind."