Chapter 965 Their So-Called 'Arrangement'
"Playing tough, aren't you? Not willing to give up your accomplice?" Vincent narrowed his eyes. "If you won't reveal who you're working with, I'll have to call the police. I have security footage of you stealing my laptop right here on my phone. In prison, a delicate girl like you would have a very... difficult time."
Vincent's intimidating presence filled the room.
Selene was just a young woman who had never faced such a frightening situation before. She broke down in tears.
Yet despite her fear—even terrified of going to prison—she stubbornly refused to implicate Liam.
"I acted alone," she sobbed, struggling to catch her breath. "I didn't steal anything from your computer. I couldn't even crack the password. If you're going to call the police, just arrest me."
"If that's what you want." Vincent took out his phone, ready to make the call.
Selene panicked, stomping her feet and grabbing Vincent's hand. "I swear I didn't touch anything inside! Can't you just let me go this once?"
Vincent raised an eyebrow. Seeing Selene so frightened made him feel slightly guilty, but it was too late to back down now. "Just tell me who you're working with."
"I won't..." Selene bit her lip firmly.
"If you tell me it was Liam, and that the Raymond Group is involved, this becomes corporate espionage. The Raymond Group would face serious consequences," Vincent pressed, switching tactics. "Selene, if you testify against Liam to the media and in court, I'll give you five million dollars when it's all over."
Five million dollars—more money than Selene could earn in a lifetime.
But at that moment, Selene couldn't care less about the money.
He was asking her to be a traitor, and Selene had her principles.
"Vincent, I knew you were a villain. I may be unlucky enough to get caught, but this has nothing to do with the Raymond Group. Don't think I'm stupid—you're just trying to use me to destroy them! I won't let you get away with it." Selene threw the laptop at Vincent. "Go ahead, call the police!"
The laptop hit Vincent's chest, causing him pain. She had quite a temper, and that throw actually hurt.
But he deserved it. He'd pushed her too far, and now he'd have to find a way to calm her down.
"Do you know what prison is like? You'll be locked up with dangerous criminals who will bully you, beat you, force you to drink toilet water. They'll be jealous of your pretty face and might even scar it." Vincent held Selene's chin, examining her face closely.
The proximity felt suddenly intimate, surprising even Vincent himself.
Selene wasn't stunningly beautiful, but she was definitely pretty—the kind of fresh, youthful beauty that grew on you.
Vincent had never imagined he'd be attracted to such an innocent-looking woman.
He'd been surrounded by all types of women; Lily was among the smartest, and he thought he might end up with someone clever like her, but never expected to develop feelings for anyone.
Yet somehow, this tearful, delicate Selene tugged at his heartstrings.
'Interesting,' he thought to himself.
Selene grew even paler, backing away in tears, her body trembling.
She was clearly terrified.
Realizing he'd gone too far, Vincent spoke again, "There might be a way for me not to report you or send you to prison."
"No! I won't betray the Raymond Group, ever!" Selene shouted through her tears.
"Such loyalty," Vincent released her chin, smiling as he continued. "I'm not asking you to betray the Raymond Group—just yourself."
Selene froze, immediately hugging herself protectively. "Are you—are you trying to sell me? Human trafficking and prostitution are illegal!"
Vincent couldn't believe her train of thought.
"Be my woman, and I might consider letting you go," Vincent said lazily, sitting back on the sofa.
Selene stared at Vincent in shock. With his good looks, abs, chest muscles, V-line, broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs—he was like the perfect villain from a novel. And he was using blackmail to get her body?
What had she done to deserve this?
Selene glanced at Vincent's impressive physique, then down at her own flat chest.
Was he really that desperate for women?
"Are you... so used to exceptional women that you've lowered your standards?" Selene thought she must have misheard. "Your fiancée is beautiful—how could you do this? Just call the police and have me arrested."
At that moment, Selene almost wanted him to call the police.
"Fine, I'll call them. I'll hire the best lawyers to make sure you spend five years in prison. After those five years, when you finally get out..." Vincent took out his phone, and seeing Selene unmoved, continued, "Oh, and you won't just go to jail—you'll have to pay for my losses too, at least a hundred million dollars. After prison, you'll work for me until you die to pay it off."
Hearing this, Selene's legs gave out. She collapsed to the floor, crying even harder.
"Have you made up your mind?" Vincent teased.
"I don't want to go to prison. I don't want to pay," Selene sobbed uncontrollably.
"So, be my woman. Not only will you avoid paying, I'll even pay you," Vincent persuaded smoothly.
"Don't make being a kept woman sound so noble. You're asking me to be the other woman," Selene cried harder. She was trapped either way—maybe she should just end it all.
But she had finally earned some money and hadn't even had the chance to enjoy life yet. She wasn't ready to give up.
Vincent was truly terrible.
"My patience is limited," Vincent looked at Selene, setting a countdown on his phone. "You have ten seconds."
"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
"I agree! I agree!" Selene fell right into Vincent's trap.
Moral compromise seemed better than prison.
She didn't want to go to jail, pay damages, or work for Vincent forever.
Vincent raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a smile.
"Since you've agreed, come sign this contract." Vincent tossed a document from the sofa.
Selene was too distraught to realize how suspicious it was that Vincent already had such a contract prepared.
Crying and wiping her tears, she signed without even reading the contents.
Vincent looked at Selene. How had Liam found such a fool?
Indeed, birds of a feather flock together. A fool like Liam would naturally associate with other fools.
Watching Selene cry after selling herself, Vincent felt somewhat helpless. "Stop crying. You're a mess—go take a shower."
Selene cried even harder. Was he demanding her body already?
She hadn't even dated anyone before.
Though, Vincent was incredibly handsome—perhaps she wasn't getting such a bad deal.
Before getting up, Selene asked through her tears, "With all your women... you don't have any STDs, do you?"
Vincent took a deep breath. "Do I look like someone who would have something like that?"
Selene nodded and hesitated. "You look... like someone who doesn't lack for female company."
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