Chapter 490 - Kill Him (2)

People who had spent millions for Stephanie's endorsement were all extremely jealous.

They couldn't help but think why the retard of the Britts was so lucky. Not only was she exalted by Mr. Vincent, but she also poached the best designer of the Pecks without being attacked on social media. What's more, she had attracted more than a dozen important clients and countless other clients in less than a month since she started her side business in advertisement. Her deed angered the emerging advertising companies so bad that they claimed bankruptcy.

There were rumors that Miss. Emily, the retard of the Britts, and Mr. Vincent, the master of the Scavos, were a couple. Some of them were quite convincing. For example, a rumor was that Mr. Vincent delivered her lunch in person but parked across the street to avoid gossips. Another rumor had it that he personally taught the retard how to manage the company, and she listened while sitting on his lap. And there were more. But no matter how convincing the rumors were, only a few found them reliable and were actually convinced. After all, Mr. Vincent indeed attended Maury's funeral. Even if he did not do anything special with the retard, they thought that Mr. Vincent was there for her.

Someone even posted the video in the rumor not long ago and claimed that the two people in the video were Mr. Vincent and Emily. The uploader added that the late-stage technology was not that advanced to photoshop others to look so much like them. Some people claimed to have run into Mr. Vincent and Emily at the entrance of the hospital and seen them kissing in the back seat of the car before getting off...

Vincent and Emily weren't disturbed at all and continued to do what they were supposed to do regardless of the widespread rumors, which made the netizens very anxious.

The employees of the Britt Group also carefully stared at the cars coming and going at the entrance every day in an attempt to find Mr. Vincent's outstanding Bentley.

But unfortunately, Vincent had been very busy lately. Occasionally, he would come to see Emily from the balcony at night, so they didn't have to meet in the daytime. And Susan, finally cheering up from the grief of Maury's death a week ago, would cook meals for Emily and asked Harold to deliver to the company every day.

The rumors became less and less convincing day by day. Even the assistant who discovered it at first began to doubt if she had mistaken in the darkness.

Before Emily fell asleep, the curtains on the balcony swung faintly. Then, the balcony door was opened and someone slowly walked over from the darkness.

She rolled over and muttered, "You're late. I'm almost asleep."

Vincent chuckled and said, "I haven't said that I'd come tonight. Are you waiting for me?"

Emily covered herself in the blanket, trying to ignore him.

Vincent went into the bathroom, took a shower, and came out in a few minutes. He picked up a painting album on the table and read it for a while before saying, "I thought you weren't going to participate in the competition."

"I wasn't," Emily said, with her voice droned under the blanket.

"What changed your mind then?" Vincent sat down on the edge of the bed with the album. Only the wall lights were on in the room. The dim, yellow, and hazy light cast on him, making the atmosphere somehow romantic.

Emily looked at his well-shaped face from under the blanket with her innocent eyes and said, "Then, there came a person who accompanied me and encouraged me to do whatever I wanted to do and be carefree..."

Vincent listened quietly and asked, "Is this person Harold?"

Emily raised her eyebrows, "How do you know?"

Vincent was quiet.

He stood up.

Emily grabbed his hand and said, "Where are you going?"

"To kill him," Vincent said indifferently.

Emily did not say a word.

Emily giggled under the blanket. She hadn't laughed like this for a long time. However, a subtle sadness suddenly surged in her heart.

"Let's rest. I'm a little tired today." She pulled the blanket up to cover her eyes.

From time to time, she would feel guilty and ashamed for feeling happy.

She felt wrong for laughing so happily because her dad had just passed away.

The idea trapped her, and no one could persuade her to let go.

Vincent lay beside her and ruffled her hair behind her head. Then, he cuddled her and asked, "Have you decided what to draw?"

"Not yet. I have no idea." Emily buried herself in his arms. She slowly calmed down with Vincent's smell.

"Take it as a gift to him," Vincent said beside her ears with a low and melodious voice. Emily was shocked by his breath, and then realized what he meant.

"A gift to my father?"

"Now, rest." Vincent kissed her on her forehead and said, "I'll be here for you."

Emily nodded. But something suddenly struck her, so she asked, "Would the captured in Noah's case be sentenced to death?"