Chapter 900 Vincent's Daily Mischief
Bradley looked at Brandon, frowned, and his face darkened. "You may not understand me, but please don't slander!"
Brandon's face also became increasingly grim. "Protecting him like this, it seems you really have that kind of disgusting relationship."
Bradley gripped his phone tightly and suddenly stood up. "Yes, we do have that kind of disgusting relationship. I think even breathing your air is dirtying it, so let me leave."
After saying that, he walked towards the door.
"Bradley!" Brandon stood up, grabbed Bradley by the back of his collar, and threw him onto the sofa.
Bradley sneered. He knew why Brandon was angry, because the person he thought he could control suddenly became uncontrollable and disobedient.
It was just his pathetic self-esteem at work.
"Do you really need men that much?" Brandon asked angrily. "Vincent is just a lunatic."
"You are quite pitiful too," Bradley mocked Brandon. "Someone like you, who has no family and relies on others to survive, has a darker mind than mine!"
After saying that, Bradley was also stunned.
The two of them were like hedgehogs covered in wounds, hurting each other with the sharpest spikes.
Brandon's mood was somewhat low, probably because these words really provoked him.
Bradley averted his gaze, got up, and tried to leave again.
This time, Brandon was directly furious, dragging Bradley into the room and locking him up.
"Brandon, let go of me!" Bradley shouted.
"Before Vincent's matter is resolved, you are not allowed to see him." Brandon confiscated Bradley's phone.
Bradley pounded on the door forcefully. "Brandon, you bastard, what right do you have to lock me up? I will sue you!"
Brandon ignored Bradley's words, took Bradley's phone, and answered Vincent's call.
"Bradley, what do you want to eat tonight?" On the other end of the phone, Vincent's voice was somewhat sly.
Brandon frowned, his face very unpleasant. "He won't be coming back tonight."
Vincent on the other end of the phone was quite shocked, but he quickly guessed the identity of the voice. "Brandon?"
"It's rare that you can recognize my voice." Brandon spoke again in a deep voice. "No matter what tricks you and the Powell family, the Murray family are playing, don't involve Bradley. He has already lost a leg, I don't want him to lose his life."
"What is your relationship with Bradley? Why do you care so much about him?" Vincent asked with a smile.
"What is your relationship with him?" Brandon frowned.
"A relationship of mutual needs?" Vincent's words were ambiguous, but it was clear he was deliberately provoking Brandon.
Brandon's face became even uglier, and he directly hung up the phone.
Inside the room, Bradley was still kicking the door. He was quite noisy now, completely different from the quiet appearance when he first came to Silverlight City.
Brandon thought maybe he had spoiled Bradley, and shouldn't have given him any good attitude.
But Bradley was also right, he was just a pitiful person who lived on others without parents.
In Bellagio Hotel, Vincent leaned in the infinity pool, his long hair wet and casually draped, his arms resting on the edge of the pool, lazy and casual, with a hint of wickedness and arrogance in his eyes.
The muscle lines around him were clear and tense, making people a bit blood-boiling.
"Sir, your drink." The waiter came over with a glass of wine, too nervous to look Vincent in the eyes, as if he was a vampire who would suck blood in the dark.
"Did you find out what I asked you to investigate?" Vincent took the glass and asked in a deep voice.
The waiter, immersed in his beauty, almost fell, but was quickly supported by the black-clad assistant beside him and left quickly.
The assistant squatted beside Vincent. "We found out that the cause of your biological parents' death is related to Beck Murray, the head of the Murray family."
Vincent was an orphan. When he was very young, his parents died, and he was sent to an orphanage.
Because he was too young, he was bullied in the orphanage until he finally met someone who appreciated him, the head of the Hamilton family.
It was Wesley who took Vincent home, so even though Vincent knew his mission was to be Ethan's substitute, to bear all the malice and harm for him, he was still grateful to the Hamilton family.
He had no reason to hate the Hamilton family, nor would he hate Ethan, because he understood that everything had karma. If the Hamilton family hadn't chosen him, he would have been the bullied orphan in the orphanage for the rest of his life, and he might not have even lived to adulthood.
But the Hamilton family adopted him, offering him a completely different path, providing him with the connections and financial resources of the Hamilton family. Consequently, he had to give something in return. That's why he was willing to bear everything for Ethan, because it made him feel justified in using the Hamilton family's assets.
He gave, and he got the corresponding return, so he didn't owe Wesley, and Wesley didn't owe him.
As for Ethan, Vincent had no hatred or malice as outsiders thought, instead, he admired and even envied Ethan.
In Vincent's view, Ethan was born to stand in a high position, with countless people willing to give and sacrifice for him, Wesley, his mother, Juniper, everyone silently protecting and supporting him behind the scenes.
Vincent only envied and jealous of Ethan's high position, like the moon, unattainable.
He was jealous of the high moon, but he wouldn't allow anyone to destroy his moon.
Because Ethan was the person he had to protect.
Like his faith, the person he wanted to become.
"The Murray family has a history of madness and perversion running in their bloodline. Rhett is a madman, and his father Beck is even worse." The assistant spoke again. "Your father and Beck started a business together, they were partners, but later they had a disagreement because your father held a large number of shares in the company, so Beck had the intention to kill your father."
The reason Vincent became an orphan was because Rhett's father killed his parents.
"Originally, he wanted to get rid of you too, but the killer had a private agenda and handed you, a two-year-old, to human traffickers. Later, the traffickers were caught, and you were sent to the orphanage. The Murray family didn't know you were still alive."
Nor did they know that Vincent was the son of the former partner.
"How's the evidence collection going?" Vincent moved his neck. "This is Astoria, we have to follow the law."
To make the evil pay for their crimes, they had to be handed over to the police.
"It's been too long, key evidence is hard to obtain, only the killer's testimony, it might be difficult to convict." The assistant spoke regretfully.
Vincent laughed. "That's great."
Since he didn't have the evidence to send Beck to jail to die, there are countless ways he can slowly torment and kill him.
"Contact Ethan, I want to see him." Vincent stood up from the pool, and the assistant helped him put on a bathrobe.
"Now?" The assistant looked at the time, it was already past ten at night, Ethan should be asleep.
"Is there a problem?" Vincent asked.
As someone who stayed up late, he felt that ten o'clock was just the beginning of the nightlife.
"No." So, the assistant quickly picked up Vincent's phone and called Ethan.
Ethan was already a father of three, now in a health regimen, when his wife and kids slept, he slept too.
Being woken up, he was obviously a bit annoyed. "Hello? You better have a good reason..."
Vincent took the phone and smiled. "No way, you sleep at this time? Is your kidney failing? Poor Jasmine, how about I help you in this area too?"
"Not sleeping in the middle of the night, are you looking for death?" Ethan suppressed his anger. "If you wake up my daughter, you're dead."
His daughter can cry throughout the night to the point where he can't take it anymore.
"Come out for a drink, I promise not to tell Jasmine." Vincent stopped walking and spoke again. "I know a little secret about the Cunningham family, the Murray family, and the Powell family, and they plan to use this secret to deal with the Cunningham family."
Ethan cursed on the other end of the phone, carefully got out of bed. "Address."
Vincent excitedly raised the corners of his mouth, smiling wickedly yet somewhat childishly. "Glowing Lights Bar, I'll wait for you."
So, that night, Vincent took a photo of Ethan sitting angrily in the private room and sent it to Jasmine.
【】Jasmine, does your husband not love you anymore? Now he's sneaking to the bar in the middle of the night, clearly not a good man."
Daily mischievous provocation.
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