Chapter 952 Vincent Felt Contaminated
"What do you mean you sold the shares? Explain yourself, you bitch!" Beck shouted at Lyanna, his rage earning him restraint from the prison guards.
"I sold them to someone you fear the most," Lyanna replied with a smirk, deliberately withholding Vincent's name to torment Beck with uncertainty. "You know what? You deserve this. Your current situation is entirely self-inflicted. Enjoy rotting in here—for the rest of your miserable life."
Lyanna's cold gaze fixed on Beck as he struggled to process her words. Seeing his shock, she added with a cruel smile, "Has anyone ever told you that women would be your downfall?"
She hung up the phone, rose from her seat, and walked away.
Beck remained stunned long after Lyanna had gone. When the reality of his situation finally sank in, he lost control, screaming, "I want my lawyer! I need my lawyer!"
But his chances of ever harming anyone again were gone for good.
At Avery's place, Lyanna returned in high spirits, humming a tune as she entered the kitchen wearing a vibrant red dress. She carried bags of fresh produce, planning to cook dinner for Avery and Edgar.
Edgar was visibly irritated. Avery had refused to marry him, yet he lingered there without any official status.
As for Lyanna, she was equally imposing her presence without invitation.
"Seriously? You're worth millions now with all the Murray family properties. If you don't like any of them, buy yourself a new place. Why are you still hanging around here?" Edgar complained, finding Lyanna's presence intrusive.
Lyanna immediately turned to Avery with a perfectly executed look of hurt, her eyes welling with tears. "Avery, am I in your way? If I'm causing problems between you two, I can leave."
Avery saw right through Lyanna's two-faced act, but she couldn't bring herself to turn away someone so attached to her.
"Stay as long as you want. Don't mind him," Avery said, giving Edgar a kick.
Edgar fumed, feeling a twinge of jealousy. "You're kicking me for her sake? She's completely two-faced—looks harmless but she's calculating as hell."
After witnessing how they'd dealt with Beck and Rhett, Edgar had learned that women could be lethal when pushed. Beck and Rhett had been utterly ruined by Lyanna.
Beneath her innocent facade, Lyanna patiently waited, knowing exactly how to exploit Beck and Rhett's greatest vulnerabilities.
She was admittedly impressive, but Edgar couldn't stand her duplicity and how she constantly tried to drive a wedge between him and Avery.
"Avery, Edgar is too immature for you," Lyanna declared. Having money had made her bold enough to criticize Edgar to his face, whereas before she would only whisper such comments behind his back.
Edgar gritted his teeth in frustration. "Lyanna!"
Wearing a red dress and her hair done up in a retro style, Lyanna twirled playfully and stuck her tongue out at Edgar.
Edgar ground his teeth. "Just you wait. I'll find someone to marry you off to before you know it."
Avery watched them both with resignation. She trusted Lyanna completely now, knowing she despised men, while Edgar despised stupidity.
Edgar thought Lyanna was stupid, and Lyanna thought Edgar was a worthless man.
At Connor's office, Vincent arrived just as the workday was ending.
"Mr. Hamilton, you're treating this place like your personal sanctuary. I don't have time today—lock up when you leave. I have plans," Connor said, checking his watch.
Tom had somehow acquired concert tickets and insisted on dragging Connor to see a girl group he'd never even heard of.
In the past, Connor would have absolutely refused such crowded public settings. The mere thought would trigger his germaphobia, and even double masks and gloves wouldn't have been enough to prevent his anxiety.
But now he found himself willing to try new experiences, ready to step outside his comfort zone.
"What's a loner like you rushing off to? I need therapy," Vincent claimed, insisting he needed psychological support rather than a private meeting with Ethan.
Connor gave Vincent a skeptical look. "The Murray family is completely ruined. What could you possibly need therapy for?"
Vincent had cleverly dismantled the Murray family with minimal effort and some strategic charm. He should be celebrating, not seeking therapy.
"I feel contaminated," Vincent said, obsessively using Connor's hand sanitizer.
Connor realized Vincent had taken his seduction tactics too far.
"I don't have time for this. I'm going to a concert," Connor said, handing Vincent his sanitizer. "If you feel dirty, just disinfect yourself."
As Connor prepared to leave, Vincent looked surprised. "You're going to a concert?"
Connor raised an eyebrow. "Is that a problem?"
Vincent smiled. "Connor, you've been acting strange lately."
Connor ignored him and left. "Don't forget to lock up."
Vincent leaned back in Connor's chair, vigorously rubbing his hands.
His phone had been ringing constantly in the car earlier, and Vincent knew without checking that it was Lily. Wanting some peace, he'd left his phone in the vehicle.
With the Murray situation resolved, his next target was the Powell family, which meant continuing his charade with this woman a while longer.
Sighing, Vincent walked into Connor's therapy room and lay down on the hypnotherapy chair.
He couldn't sleep at home, but for some reason, he always fell asleep quickly on this small bed.
He'd offered to buy Connor's chair at a premium, but Connor had refused to sell it, insisting it was just a psychological effect.
Outside the office, Selene exited the elevator with her phone in hand, locating Connor's consultation room. "Liam, I've reached the psychologist's office."
"Selene, find a doctor named Connor. Get the medication from him and bring it back to me," Liam said resentfully.
Recently, Vincent's actions had caused Liam to suffer from insomnia for over a month. He couldn't sleep well at night, constantly waking up angry about Vincent.
So Liam had consulted Connor and received a prescription.
But Connor had forgotten about Liam in his rush to attend the concert with Tom, forgetting that Liam had said someone would come by after hours to collect the medication.
Entering the office, Selene looked around. Where was everyone? Had they closed for the day?
Liam was being ridiculous—too embarrassed to pick up his own medication, sending her instead. "Dr. Hawthorne?" she called out.
Selene felt uneasy; she hated medical facilities with their eerie emptiness when vacant. The skeleton model in the corner only added to the creepy atmosphere.
Noticing light coming from the therapy room, Selene pushed the door open and saw someone lying on the hypnotherapy chair with their back to the door.
Assuming it was the doctor, she approached.
But Vincent was in the midst of a nightmare...
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