CHAPTER 78: CHAPTER 78: WHEN DID YOU MEET SECOND YOUNG MASTER PIERCE?

Tanya drove back home, and Aunt Tawny was already resting.

Without changing her clothes, she went directly to the study, opened her computer, and began drafting a gift agreement.

A thirty-three million rose—she couldn’t care less, but the thirty million worth of experimental equipment Vincent promised to buy for her, she must hold onto tightly!

However, legal matters were not Tanya Sinclair’s area of expertise; she didn’t know much about it. She remembered Daisy Bell mentioning earlier that she knew a very reliable lawyer.

So Tanya called Daisy, but she was probably busy and didn’t pick up.

Tanya then sent the drafted agreement to her alternate WeChat account; she’s been mostly contacting Daisy’s small account recently.

Tanya Sinclair: [Daisy, when you’re free, please have your lawyer review this agreement for me.]

Daisy, who had just missed a call, replied instantly.

Odyssey: [Ten minutes.]

In less than ten minutes, the lawyer had finished reviewing it, and the revised formal version of the agreement was sent over, even with an electronic seal from a law firm.

—Apex Law Firm.

Tanya had heard of this law firm’s reputation; it was said the lawyers there were top-notch, making it particularly difficult to book an appointment. She didn’t expect Daisy’s connections to be so extensive.

No wonder she was at the top, truly charming.

Tanya sent a heart-launching emoji over.

Then, the other side showed that they were currently typing.

Tanya waited while printing out the agreement.

Three minutes later, she received a message: [Get some rest early.]

Followed by a mystifying smile emoji courtesy of WeChat.

Tanya: "..."

She suspected Daisy’s small account hadn’t saved any emojis yet, radiating with the resentment of working late into the night.

She decided not to bother her anymore.

Car sounds came from outside, Tanya headed downstairs. Vincent had just come in, while Joy and Caden, the two kids, were a bit sleepy and went straight upstairs to their rooms.

Joy didn’t even glance at Tanya, clutching her small phone tightly in her hand. As she passed by Tanya, the screen lit up with a new message.

Tanya instinctively glanced at it; Joy’s thumb didn’t cover the screen entirely, revealing a bit.

Tanya happened to see the tag she’d given the contact, half of it was "Mom."

No need to guess who it was—it was Cindy Lynn.

Tanya’s eyes dimmed as she withdrew her gaze, walking towards Vincent.

Vincent saw her approaching and naturally took off his coat, handing it over.

"I’m a bit tired tonight, Tanya, could you massage my head?"

"..."

Caden walked behind Joy, glancing over from the staircase corner. Tanya didn’t want Caden to feel any negative emotions at home, so she held back her feelings, took Vincent’s coat, and hung it up.

Vincent was already seated on the sofa, with eyes closed, head slightly tilted back, face showing fatigue, waiting for her to serve him like before.

After confirming Caden had gone upstairs, Tanya walked over and placed the agreement on the coffee table directly.

"Sign it."

"..." Vincent opened his eyes; Tanya had already handed over the pen, even thoughtfully removing the cap for him.

Vincent picked up the agreement from the coffee table and glanced over it, his eyes cold, his expression gradually darkening.

"Tanya..."

Before he could speak, Tanya played a recording from before.

Vincent heard his own voice, crystal clear coming out.

’Alright, I promise I’ll sign the voluntary gift contract.’

Vincent took a deep breath.

"Tanya, I lost twenty million tonight."

Tanya found it amusing.

Were those flowers something she forced him to buy for Cindy Lynn?

"This equipment is vital for my future research. If the next five-year plan partnership with Westgard Pharmaceuticals succeeds, Zenith Group’s annual profit is conservatively estimated to exceed twenty billion."

"..."

Vincent weighed it, then took the pen handed by Tanya and signed his name.

Once he had signed, Tanya quickly put away the agreement, decisively: "You don’t need to worry about the procurement; early tomorrow, I’ll directly notify the purchasing department."

After saying that, she stood up to leave.

Vincent’s eyes bore into her back, a surge of irritation slightly unsettling him.

Suddenly, he leaned forward, grabbing Tanya’s arm, and pulled forcefully.

"Ah!"

Tanya didn’t expect it; he pulled her off balance, causing her to fall into Vincent’s embrace. She smelled the cologne on him, the scent of alcohol, and... woman’s perfume.

Tanya’s gaze turned cold in an instant, filled with extreme disgust.

"Vincent, you’ve drunk too much." She held back the nausea, struggling, "Let go of me first!"

But in the next moment, everything spun, and Vincent pressed her onto the sofa.

The man’s tall frame was like a mountain trapping her, followed by his lowered head, his hot lips landing directly...

Tanya couldn’t resist his strength, nor dared to scream and struggle massively—the two kids were still upstairs.

She finally mustered all her strength to turn her face, Vincent’s lips brushed past her ear, landing on her hair.

Vincent’s eyes, tinged with desire, instantly turned icy.

He breathed deeply and heavily, exhaling against her cheek.

"I inquired, the Mr. Pierce on the second floor is Second Young Master Pierce." Vincent’s voice was icy, "When did you meet? Thirty-three million, he’s quite generous to you!"

His hands gripped Tanya’s slender wrists, pressing them above her head, her skin pale, wrists instantly turning red around.

Tanya bit her lower lip, her eyes filled with angry humiliation, glaring at the man in front of her.

Her heart was soaked in endless desolation, utterly sarcastic.

Vincent’s face must be made of city walls.

He actually had the nerve to turn things around and doubt her!