Chapter 537 - Telling The Truth (2)

The incident happening to Granding Group not only implicated many people but also led to the exposure of Branden's bribery many years ago. It was as if someone exposed this news on purpose. This whole process was revealed so easily, and no one had the heart to ponder over who the first discloser was.

With further investigations of Granding Group and since Branden's case involved many important figures, Branden's case was resubmitted for the second trial. There was no doubt that the people of high level must deal with Branden to control public opinion. And Branden would not know who disclosed it until his death, which became the Sword of Damocles hanging above his head.

"The police are keeping an eye on this place. How dare you come in? Aren't you afraid that tomorrow's headline news will be that Mr. Vincent climbed over the wall at the midnight into the balcony of the second daughter of the Britt family for dating?"

Emily had just taken a shower, and her hair was half-dried. As she walked out of the bathroom while swinging his hair, she saw Vincent in a suit sitting in front of her book desk.

Vincent slowly turned to look over, his slender legs bending at the bottom of the table. He leaned back slightly, his body against the chair, one hand on the edge of the table, and the other on the chair, showing a somewhat casual expression.

"Date?" He pondered over the word, as his eyes slowly moved from Emily's white toes under the nightdress to her neck where the collarbone was exposed, then to her face, finally at her watery lips, and said in a low voice, "It's good to date in the room."

Emily was dumbfounded.

"Have you eaten?" She walked over, picked up a tablet from the bed, and read the news. Then she clicked the one about Branden and handed it to Vincent, "Why didn't you tell me this?"

"I ate a little." Vincent leaned back and glanced at the tablet, chuckling, "I promised you before. I am not the one doing it. I asked the Albertons for help."

"The Alberton family?" Emily was a little surprised because she remembered that Deon did not agree to help. Ferne had been worried about this for days. Of course, Christy told her this.

Vincent thought that she was confused about why he did not do it himself. He touched her face and said, "I will be the one who openly challenges the municipal government if I'm involved in this. My business counts on the government, so I can only ask the Albertons. No one can stand against them. Even the mayor will offer them respect."

Emily touched it back and explained, "What I want to ask is that wasn't Deon unwilling to help in the beginning? Why did he change his mind?"

"Thanks to Jaquan." Vincent pulled her onto his lap and sat her down. He touched her long hair that fell on her shoulders and twirled it with his fingertips. It was filled with the fragrance of milk. His lust surged in his chest.

"Did he convince Deon?" Emily was still unaware of the danger. She lowered her head and sent a message to Susan to make her some supper. Then, she threw the tablet on the table and turned around to hug Vincent's neck.

Vincent was close to Emily, feeling her breath, his voice hoarse, "It turned out to be the case."

"It also turned out that lawyers are eloquent." Looking at Vincent's calm and handsome face, Emily couldn't help but bite his lips, "Thank you, Vincent."

"Thank me for what? I did nothing." Vincent looked at her with his dark eyes and a faint smile on his face.

"But I still have to thank you." As soon as Emily finished speaking, she heard footsteps coming from outside the door. She quickly got down from Vincent's legs and then pulled him into the bathroom. Only then did she walk over to open the door. Susan was walking to the door with midnight snacks.

"Emily, you must be hungry." Susan brought the salver in. Her nose twitched as she asked in surprise, "Did you smoke?"

"What?" Emily looked at her blankly, and then remembered that probably the smell of cigarettes on Vincent's body was left on the chair.

Since Emily just finished her shower and was still wearing a nightgown, how could she be tinged with the smell of cigarettes? For fear that Susan would ask again, she quickly said, "No, maybe because I went to the hospital today. Alright, go to sleep. I'll clean it up after eating."

"Just put it at the door. I'll clean it up tomorrow." Susan said as she walked to the door, "Then I'm going to sleep."

"Okay."