Chapter 921 Vincent's Love Opportunity Knocks
Rhett glared at Lily angrily, snorted, and walked away.
"Effective immediately, terminate all cooperation with the Powell family," he said, calling his VP as he walked. "Watch out for Lily and Vincent. Kick them both out of this project—we'll handle it ourselves."
He knew that continuing to work with Vincent and Lily would only lead to betrayal. Rhett wasn't a fool.
Inside the room, Lily looked at Vincent with tears in her eyes. "Are you angry with me?"
Vincent remained silent, the atmosphere tense around him.
"You know I'm just an orphan with no power or connections," Lily said, her voice breaking. "My grandfather is all I have. We're at the bottom of society. Without help, I'm just a pawn for the Powell family. Once they're done using me, I'm finished." She choked back tears. "I only worked with Rhett because he forced me. He's insane, a psychopath. He threatened me."
Lily desperately tried to explain, terrified of losing Vincent. Perhaps it was Vincent's perfection, or how different he was from other men, but Lily was horrified to realize she might actually have feelings for him.
For a woman, developing feelings meant creating a vulnerability. She had to keep Vincent's heart firmly in her grasp—she couldn't let him fall for anyone else.
After a long silence, Vincent finally spoke. "I'm not angry. I just feel sorry for what you've been through."
Lily froze, staring at him. Did he truly understand her helplessness and sacrifices?
Suddenly, her eyes welled up, her vision blurring.
She nervously looked away. "I never thought anyone would understand me," she said, her voice catching.
"From now on, don't try to handle everything alone," Vincent said, pulling her into his arms.
Lily clung to him, crying. "Why didn't I meet you sooner?"
Vincent patted her back, his brow furrowing slightly.
Lily stood on tiptoe, trying to kiss him—he was so tall she could barely reach.
Vincent cleared his throat and stepped back. "I'm not like Rhett. You don't need to do this."
Lily shook her head. "I'm not treating you like him. This is what I want."
Vincent's expression hardened. "Lily, remember this: I'll protect and help you regardless of whether we have that kind of relationship. You don't need to offer yourself like this. If I slept with you now, how would I be any different from Rhett?"
He continued firmly, "If I wanted you that way, I would propose first."
Checking his watch, he added, "Get some rest and think about whether you're putting me in the same category as Rhett."
Seeing Vincent jealous and upset over this made Lily smile despite herself.
She had no choice but to let him leave.
He truly was different from other men.
Over the years, Lily had encountered nothing but scoundrels—Vincent was the exception. How could she not develop feelings for him?
Once outside the room, Vincent's expression turned cold.
Frowning, he entered the elevator with a grim face.
His assistant was waiting downstairs. "Mr. Hamilton, Rhett took the bait. He's instructed his project VP to cancel all cooperation with the Powell family. He's cutting you both out of this project and going solo."
Vincent smiled coldly. "Lily will probably find out tomorrow."
Rhett voluntarily withdrawing was perfect.
Helping Ethan deal with Rhett would pit the Murray family against the Powell family. He'd need to extract something from Ethan for this.
Vincent got into his car and called Ethan.
To his annoyance, Ethan hung up immediately.
Vincent gritted his teeth. Here he was practically deserving an Oscar for his performance, and Ethan wouldn't even take his call? So much for loyalty.
True to his persistent nature, Vincent kept calling for nearly half an hour until Ethan finally answered.
"Vincent, this better be important," Ethan growled.
"Well, well, busy with 'important business,' are we? Only half an hour? Having back problems, Ethan?" Vincent taunted.
"Are you asking for a beating?" Ethan took a deep breath.
"At least you have a wife and kids for company. I'm stuck playing pretend with others," Vincent said flatly. "Rhett has cut ties with the Powell family. They'll likely be at each other's throats soon."
After a moment of silence, Ethan simply said, "Oh."
"Oh?" Vincent was indignant. "I'm out here selling my soul, and all you can say is 'oh'?"
"What do you want?" Ethan asked, resignation in his voice.
"Divorce Jasmine. I want to marry her," Vincent said casually.
Ethan hung up immediately and blocked Vincent's number when he tried calling back.
Vincent cursed himself for his loose tongue. He should have asked for shares in the Raymond Group instead.
Now he was blocked.
Just then, the driver slammed on the brakes, nearly throwing Vincent forward.
After regaining his composure, Vincent glared at the driver. "What happened?"
The driver had gone pale. "A young woman ran across on a green light. I almost didn't see her."
Vincent straightened his tie, his voice low. "In the future, wait when you see a yellow light. Do I need to teach you that?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Hamilton. I'll be more careful," the driver said quickly.
The driver stopped the car and rushed out to check on the girl sitting on the crosswalk. "Miss, are you all right?"
Seeing the luxury car, the young woman immediately lay down on the ground. "Ow, my leg hurts! My head hurts! Everything hurts!"
She was clearly faking, and not very convincingly.
Vincent massaged his temples, his mood darkening further.
Of all people to try this scam on...
He opened the car door and stepped out with his long legs.
The girl, lying on the ground, had a perfect view of those legs.
"" she thought, swallowing hard. When she saw Vincent's face, she was stunned. A gorgeous man with long hair—was he cosplaying? He was incredibly handsome.
"Running a scam?" Vincent stood over her, looking down.
The girl was momentarily speechless. "He—he hit me," she stammered.
"How much do you want?" Vincent was clearly impatient.
"Money... we can discuss that, but shouldn't you take me to a hospital first?" She pointed at her leg, which was indeed bleeding, though it was just a surface wound.
Frowning, Vincent turned to his driver. "Take her to the hospital."
"But Mr. Hamilton, what about you?" the driver asked nervously, knowing Vincent disliked sharing vehicles, especially with strange women.
Fearing Vincent might change his mind, the girl quickly slipped into the backseat.
Vincent narrowed his eyes.
"I'll come too," he said, getting in and eyeing the girl who was sitting as far away as possible.
A young woman crossing near a hotel late at night, conveniently hit by his car—coincidence?
"What's your name?" Vincent asked.
The girl was intimidated but answered bravely, "Selene Patel."
At the hospital, Selene took advantage of Vincent's distraction to secretly message Liam.
Selene: [Target acquired.]
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