Chapter 982 Revenge from Liam
Lily's Residence
Lily had truly lost her mind. She had attempted suicide, yet Vincent wouldn't even come to see her.
"He's so heartless!" she raved, her wrists wrapped in bandages as she tilted her head back to drink wine straight from the bottle.
Her eyes blazed with madness and hatred.
Vincent, why did you ever have to come into my life? Why did you have to torment me like this?
The humiliation she felt was suffocating—unlike anything she'd experienced before.
Her assistant rushed in, visibly anxious. "Ms. Taylor, you're needed back in Kerea right away. Ethan is backing Colt from the Powell family, and many within Powell Corporation are already wavering. And those board members who were keeping you in check have transferred their shares to Colt, who's now aligned with Ethan and the Raymond Group."
The Powell Corporation was now teetering on the brink of collapse.
Jasmine and Ethan had made their move, seizing the perfect opportunity to support Colt. While Colt lacked exceptional talent, he was obedient—perfectly willing to follow Ethan and Jasmine's directives.
Lily's sons were still too young to compete for control. Without Vincent and the Murray family behind her, Lily was at her most vulnerable. If Ethan and Jasmine continued to press their advantage, they could easily deliver the killing blow.
"Jasmine! Ethan!" Lily screamed, her voice cracking with rage.
They wanted to see her fall back into the abyss? Never!
"Jasmine, you want to destroy me? Fine... then I'll take the Cunningham family down first!" Lily's lips curled into a cold smile as she straightened her posture, her bloodshot eyes fixed on her assistant. "Expose the identity of our contact in the Muskow black market."
The assistant's face drained of color. "Ms. Taylor... if you do that, you'll be burning your last bridge."
Originally, the person behind the scenes had approached Lily for cooperation, offering her an escape route. By exposing this person's identity, she would indeed inflict catastrophic damage on the Cunningham Group, but it would be mutually assured destruction.
Lily laughed maniacally. "Do you think I care anymore? If Ethan and Jasmine want to destroy me, I'll make sure we all go down together!"
She had truly lost her grip on reality, pushed over the edge by Vincent's rejection. Her ability to think rationally had vanished, replaced by pure emotional reaction.
Another staff member burst through the door. "Ms. Taylor... you asked me to monitor Vincent and Selene. I saw them visit Ethan and Jasmine's place first, then they went to Connor and Brandon's residence, and others..."
Lily let out a bitter laugh. "So I was wrong all along... I was blind to think Vincent and Ethan were mortal enemies. He's been playing me from the start. He's been using me while secretly working with Ethan, Brandon, and the others!"
She laughed at her own stupidity.
Vincent was truly a masterful actor.
She had imagined she might fall at Jasmine and Ethan's hands, but never thought Vincent would be her downfall.
Vincent... how ruthless he was.Besides Xavier, Vincent was the only man she had ever truly loved.
And this was how he repaid her.
"Do as I said," Lily coldly instructed her assistant.
The assistant wanted to reason with her, but Lily's mind was clearly made up.
She would use this desperate tactic to drag down both the person behind Muskow and the Cunningham family.
By dealing Ethan a devastating blow, perhaps she might still have a fighting chance.
If she kept waiting for Ethan and Jasmine to strike, she'd be doomed.
She had to take this gamble, this one last desperate play.
Now she would see if God would finally take her side.
She refused to believe that the universe could be so consistently unfair.
Vincent's Residence
After delivering sandwiches all around town, Selene returned home humming happily. "Everyone seemed so pleased."
"Of course they were—it's rare to find someone willing to put in that kind of effort," Vincent remarked with a teasing smile.
"I should make more delicious things tomorrow..." Selene was already planning her next culinary adventure—staying home, cooking wonderful food, keeping herself safe, and sending Vincent's assistant for any ingredients she needed.
Vincent took a deep breath. "Are you planning to open a restaurant in our home?"
Selene's eyes lit up. "What if we started a private dining experience? Just for a select few guests."
Vincent showed little interest in such a small-scale venture.
"Or maybe I could open a bakery! Selling cakes, pastries, and coffee!" Selene was getting carried away with entrepreneurial dreams.
Vincent doubted Selene had the business acumen for such an endeavor.
But seeing the enthusiasm sparkling in her eyes, he swallowed his objections. These small investments meant nothing to him financially—if she lost money, so be it. He could afford it. Wasn't Selene's happiness what mattered most?
After considering for a moment, Vincent nodded. "Once I've dealt with this situation with Lily, I'll set you up with a little pastry shop. You can make whatever you want."
Selene leaped with joy, throwing herself into Vincent's arms.
She was growing increasingly comfortable around Vincent, though she hardly realized it herself. Her naturally affectionate personality had emerged so quickly.
Now she would casually snuggle into Vincent's embrace without a second thought.
Even in her sleep, she would curl up against him, as if only there could she feel truly safe.
And Vincent was more than happy to indulge her.
The next morning, as Vincent was leaving the house, he instructed his assistant: "Get her whatever she wants, let her do whatever she pleases."
The assistant hesitated. "Mr. Hamilton... Mrs. Hamilton may not leave the house, but she's quite capable of causing trouble inside it. Yesterday she blew up an oven... I disposed of it before you returned."
Vincent raised an eyebrow. "Am I too poor to afford a new oven? Safety comes first."
The assistant swallowed hard before continuing. "Have you noticed that some of your collectibles are... missing?"
Vincent glanced back, noticing that one display piece had indeed vanished.
That particular auction item had cost several hundred thousand dollars.
"Mrs. Hamilton couldn't sit still and, unable to find a proper soaking container, used your antique bowl... a piece worth hundreds of thousands, now shattered. When I told her its value, she hid in a corner, suggesting we find a convincing replica at an antique market to replace it."
The assistant looked utterly distraught.
Vincent rubbed his temples, suddenly understanding.
He had wondered why Selene had been so unusually compliant in bed last night. Normally she would fidget endlessly at the slightest change in position, but last night she had been perfectly accommodating.
So this was why—she had broken something valuable.
"In the future, don't bother telling me about these things. She can break whatever she wants in this house," Vincent said dismissively as he got into his car.
The assistant was speechless. He never would have pegged Vincent as the type to dote so completely on a wife.
Appearances could indeed be deceiving.
In the bedroom, Selene peeked out barefoot to confirm Vincent had driven away. Once certain, she excitedly jumped back onto the bed and messaged Maeve.
Selene: [Maeve! Vincent's gone—come over and let's have some fun!]
If she couldn't go out, she'd bring her friends to her for a party at Vincent's place.
As Liam had suggested, drinking all of Vincent's expensive alcohol would be a fitting form of revenge.
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