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Vernon went to the office around eleven in the morning. He was smiling at Chloe as he gave her a kiss on the lips and a kiss on the cheek at Mackie.

But the moment he left the penthouse, his smile disappeared because he knew today would be exhausting.

He drove to his office and met with Diamond in the elevator. Vernon stood in the middle of the elevator. Diamond stood right behind him with a folder she hugged on her chest, indicating this folder was a top secret that shouldn't be leaked.

There was silence in the elevator until Vernon asked, "Did you prepare everything?"

"I did, Sir," Diamond replied. "Sir, I can see that your plan is great, but are you sure you can handle the repercussions? Vincent Gray will not like this."

Ding!

Vernon fixed his collar as the elevator door opened, "Don't worry, I am not scared of my Big brother, and I don't care if he's hostile to me after this, since half of his business partners are working with me right now."

Vernon walked to his office, followed by Diamond from behind.

Diamond was calculating over something in her head for a while and assured, "Then there is nothing you need to worry about, Sir. The timing is also perfect, since people are making fun of Chelsea over her joker-like face, it's basically a guarantee failure for Vincent's new cosmetic product."

Vernon sat on his executive chair, he leaned back, but his eyes were still on Diamond, who stood across the office desk.

"Do you get everything ready? Because we will launch this product in a few hours. I want all of those influencers to upload their videos as soon as possible, and also get the billboard ad ready. I want that ad to be all over Times square."

"Yes, I've prepared everything, Sir, it's not hard to do," Diamond said. "Besides, today is actually the due date for the ad. All we do is follow orders from the client, right?"

Vernon imagined the horror in his Big brother's eyes, and that actually brought a smile to him, "Yes, just do things according to our very important client's schedule, I bet he will love seeing that ad everywhere."

**

Vincent had a good sleep last night. After telling Chelsea to kill her entire family, Vincent returned to his mansion. He told the maid to bring a mini fridge full of booze into the master bedroom.

Thus, he partied by himself, eating and drinking while dancing around on the bed. He laughed freely as he felt satisfied, thinking that Chelsea must've murdered her entire family by now, and someone must've called the police.

And after that, Chloe would get the news that her old mother and four little nephews had been murdered in cold blood by her insane sister.

He knew that Chelsea might be trying to use his name to get out of jail. But there was zero proof of them having any kind of relationship except that they were in-laws.

Besides, everyone would see Chelsea as an insane bitch who killed her family. There was no need to believe her words.

Vincent imagined the pain on her face. Maybe she fainted, or even better, got a heart attack and died because of this.

'Oh, don't die yet. I haven't tortured her enough. I haven't even got the chance to fuck her again,' Vincent thought as his consciousness slowly drifted away last night.

Vincent got up in the late afternoon after he heard the nonstop knock on the door.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Urgh, I will fucking kill whoever is knocking at my door," Vincent complained as he got up. He had a bad hangover after consuming way too much booze last night.

He tried to get up and then sat on the bed for a long time before he walked to the door and opened it.

He thought it was one of the maids, but it was actually Secretary Maria.

"Ugh, is it about work again? Just delay everything for today, my head is hurting," Vincent said as he returned to the bed. He massaged his head while waiting for Maria to speak.

Secretary Maria stared at the mess around the master bedroom. Empty bottles of alcohol were scattered everywhere, alongside some boxes of pizza and empty wraps of burgers. Vincent was shirtless, but he was still wearing the same trousers since yesterday.

The TV had been smashed somehow, but the wedding picture of Chloe and Vincent hanging right above the TV was intact.

Vincent was a mess, and Maria seriously hated how this man was not on the same level as the late Vaughn Gray.

Her real boss, Mr. Vaughn Gray, was also a debauched bastard like Vincent, but he was still competent with his profession, and if he wanted to do something, then he'd do it perfectly, unlike this man.

Maria remembered the first time she witnessed Mr. Vaughn Gray make an elaborate plan to kill one of his business rivals. It was so clean that Maria was impressed by his skill, vowing to dedicate her life to working with him because she had never found someone as professional yet so cold-blooded as Mr. Vaughn Gray.

Maria looked at Vincent with disgust, 'Now looking at his son, I think Dorothea's gene has muddled Mr. Vaughn Gray's talent, because Vincent is not as good as his late father.'

Maria stepped into the master bedroom. Her heels stepped on a bunch of shattered glasses on the floor, and she stood in front of Vincent.

Vincent looked up, "What?"

"We have a problem--well, two actually. But the first one is much more severe than the other one," Maria said.

"Then tell me the severe one first, I don't have enough energy to solve the problems at once," Vincent said.

"This is about the cosmetic ads job that you gave to your stupid little brother," Maria said.

"Uh--huh, and what about it?" Vincent asked. He remembered giving that job to Vernon. It was another small job to see if his little brother could handle that project. "Is there anything wrong?"

Maria said nothing but flipped her phone and then showed the screen at Vincent, "Everything went wrong since the moment you hired him for the job."