Chapter 929 Vincent's Acting Skills Are Really Good
Rhett had been hitting brick walls everywhere—with the Hawthornes, the Cunninghams, the Powells, even at home.
These days, no one was having worse luck than Rhett.
The thing is, he couldn't figure out why his life had suddenly gone to hell. Who had he pissed off?
Self-reflection wasn't exactly his strong suit. He never stopped to consider all the awful things he'd done.
But that was how karma worked, wasn't it? What went around came around.
His list of sins was endless—treating women like toys, abusing his power to satisfy his twisted desires, targeting vulnerable women, cruel manipulation, abuse. Even coercion and assault.
The horrible things he'd done could fill volumes. This small taste of karma barely scratched the surface of what he deserved.
Yet he remained clueless, blaming his troubles on "bad luck."
The Cunningham Group
Edgar walked into the office to find Edward and Hestia in what looked like a tense moment.
Hestia's ears were bright red as she scolded Edward. "This is a workplace! I'm trying to discuss business, and you're sexually harassing me!"
"Sue him, Hestia!" Edgar announced from the doorway, looking pleased with himself. "I'll get you a lawyer. We'll make him pay damages and throw him behind bars!"
Hestia jumped, her face flushing as she ducked behind Edward. "Edward, I swear, if you pull this again, I'm sending Marlon to handle all our meetings instead."
Edward shot Edgar a threatening glare. "Shouldn't you be at home playing house with your wife instead of bothering me?"
Edgar grinned. "Edward, I need a favor."
"Do I owe you something I'm not aware of?" Edward asked, clearly annoyed.
"Look, I'm desperate here. Avery filed for divorce from that bastard Rhett, but he's refusing to make it clean and simple. I don't want my baby born while they're still technically married. The kid could arrive before the divorce is finalized." Edgar gave Edward his best puppy-dog eyes. "Please help me. Last time, I promise."
"And how exactly am I supposed to help?" Edward sighed.
What could he do? Back when Jasmine wasn't around, Edgar was the youngest, and he'd been spoiled all his life.
"Rhett's desperate to get back on top. Find him a rich girl who looks like an opportunity he can't pass up. He'll be racing to finalize that divorce." Edgar leaned in. "You know tons of trust fund babies. Just find someone to play the part and trick Rhett into signing those papers."
Edward coughed awkwardly, glancing nervously at Hestia. "Watch what you're saying. I don't 'know tons of women.' My wife is the only one for me."
Hestia rolled her eyes, gathering her files. "I'm heading out. You two carry on."
"Bye, Hestia!" Edgar called cheerfully as she left, then turned back to Edward. "So will you help?"
Edward rubbed his temples. "Fine, Edgar. I'll see what I can do."
Edgar left, finally feeling like this nightmare might be ending.
The Bellagio Hotel
In a private dining room, Lily was smiling as she raised her glass to Beck.
Beck maintained his stern, superior expression. "Lily, I'm not angry with you. But you and Rhett were working so well together. Why suddenly pull out of our partnership?"
Lily's smile never faltered. "Mr. Murray, Rhett lacks maturity and stability. I'd much rather work directly with you."
Beck's smile deepened as he deliberately brushed his fingers across the back of her hand.
His intentions couldn't have been clearer.
Beck's reputation for womanizing was legendary—like father, like son. Both were predators, infamous in their social circles.
Beck would pursue any attractive young woman who crossed his path. The number of women he'd traumatized over the years was staggering.
Yet his wealth and power always allowed him to make problems disappear.
"Mr. Murray, our families can't afford to completely sever ties," Lily said, fighting her disgust. "What if this is exactly what our competitors want? They'd love to see us at each other's throats while they reap the benefits."
She hated this situation, but she worried about the Powell family becoming isolated. She understood the danger of standing alone.
While she'd used certain tactics to bring down Rhett, she also knew the value of maintaining alliances.
Lily was undeniably brilliant—everything she'd achieved had been through her own intelligence and effort.
Beck nodded approvingly. "Lily, I've always admired you. If the Powells weren't watching you so closely, I'd have made you my daughter-in-law by now."
Lily forced another smile while her stomach turned. The bastard was talking about making her his daughter-in-law while his hands were anything but fatherly.
"Lily, I truly admire you. Of course we can continue our partnership, but remember, it was the Powell family who initiated the breakup."
Beck deliberately made things difficult, pulling Lily closer when she didn't resist. "You know how I am. I like helping beautiful young women like yourself. I enjoy giving you opportunities to advance your careers."
Lily wanted to push Beck away but feared permanently damaging the family alliance.
She hated herself almost as much as she hated Beck. Unlike Jasmine, she had no powerful family to back her up.
She wanted to rely completely on Vincent, but she was terrified of abandonment.
She couldn't bring herself to fully trust any man with her heart.
"Lily, your waist is so slim. Did you really have a child?" Beck asked with a lecherous smile.
Lily felt sick, her fists clenched tight. "Mr. Murray—" she started, but before she could finish, a sharp gasp escaped her. "Ah!"
Suddenly Beck pushed Lily down onto the dining table, clearly intending to take advantage of her right there.
"No, Mr. Murray, this isn't right," Lily protested, pushing against him.
She could have easily shoved him off but remained conflicted, her resistance half-hearted.
The door to the private room flew open.
Vincent stood in the doorway, radiating cold fury.
He glared at Lily and Beck, who already had his belt undone.
"Vincent." Lily's face went pale as she choked out his name.
Vincent had brought his assistant, who immediately started recording.
Beck's face darkened as he hurriedly pulled up his pants.
"Vincent, let me explain—he forced himself on me," Lily blurted out in panic. Her emotional loyalty to Vincent overrode any strategic thinking in that moment.
"You bastard!" Vincent kicked Beck to the floor and began beating him mercilessly.
He genuinely wanted to kill Beck; his rage wasn't an act.
Lily was terrified, believing Vincent's reaction came from genuine concern for her. She hugged him from behind, crying. "Vincent, stop! You'll kill him!"
Vincent landed one final punch that knocked Beck unconscious.
"He was assaulting you!" Vincent's performance was flawless.
In one move, he'd gathered evidence against Beck and eliminated any chance of the Powell family continuing their partnership with the Murrays.
Now they could systematically drive the Murray family to ruin.
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