CHAPTER 31: CHAPTER 31: I’LL MAKE YOU KNEEL AND TAKE BACK YOUR WORDS

As soon as Victor Grant spoke, May Morgan’s eyes widened instantly. Was this even human speech?

"Victor Grant, do you believe I can make you kneel and take back what you just said?" The chill around Vincent Vance had already begun to spread, and his tone was no longer as calm and composed as before.

It was obvious that Victor Grant’s words had seriously offended him.

But since Victor Grant dared to provoke Vincent Vance, he must have had the means to do so: "What, you’re not willing?"

"It seems you’re not planning to turn over Melanie Morgan?" Vincent Vance secretly took a deep breath and negotiated with a cold and hard tone.

Victor Grant let out a slight cold laugh and confronted Vincent Vance: "I’ve said before, I don’t lack money, and I’ve never really tasted a woman like your wife. If you think it’s possible, leave her here, otherwise forget it."

"Fine, I’ve given you a chance!"

Knowing there was no room for negotiation, Vincent Vance didn’t waste words and decisively pulled out his phone to call Jacob Jennings: "Are you ready?"

"Young Master, everything is ready, just waiting for your word."

"Do it!" Vincent Vance decisively ordered Jacob Jennings.

Seeing his demeanor, there was an eighty percent chance he was serious this time. Victor Grant had a bad premonition and sat up straight.

Vincent Vance hung up and his phone immediately rang.

"What? Damn it!"

After hanging up the call, Victor Grant suddenly stood up from the sofa in a rage, throwing the wine glass on the coffee table to the ground. The shards scattered everywhere, some landing by May Morgan’s feet, startling her to quickly pull her feet back.

Seeing this, Vincent Vance immediately picked her up in his arms and sat her on his lap, his voice gentle as if he were a completely different person from before when he was ordering commands.

"Don’t cut your foot." He adjusted her precarious position and gently advised her.

In such chaos, he still had the mind to flirt with her? What kind of person was he?

’Bastard, are you setting me up?’ Victor Grant, with his usual bad temper, pointed at Vincent Vance and cursed.

Vincent Vance looked up with a face of disdain: "I said, I would make you kneel and take back everything you just said."

Victor Grant had been in the underworld for so many years, when had he suffered such a big loss?

He gritted his teeth, a fierce glint quickly flashing in his eyes, and suddenly pulled out a black handgun from his waist, pointing the dark muzzle at the heads of Vincent Vance and May Morgan.

Seeing the gun in his hand, May Morgan couldn’t help but tense up. In all her life, she had never seen a real handgun before; the feeling was truly terrifying.

Feeling the woman in his arms trembling slightly, Vincent Vance’s expression turned grim: ’Victor Grant, you’ve scared my wife.’

"Vincent Vance, I’m warning you for the last time, return my goods to me, or don’t blame me for being rude."

Victor Grant pushed the gun in his hand closer to Vincent Vance, just an inch shy of touching his forehead.

Vincent Vance had no choice but to place May Morgan to the side to sit properly: "You go sit over there."

May Morgan looked at him with a face full of worry. Although he appeared very calm, a bullet has no eyes – what if Victor Grant shot him?

However, her concern was completely unnecessary. Since Vincent Vance dared to come alone, he had no intention of backing down at this time.

He slowly stood up from the sofa, coldly looking at Victor Grant: "I advise you to put the gun away now, or don’t blame me for being impolite."

"You, impolite? Then let’s see who will be impolite to whom first?" Victor Grant gritted his teeth and pushed the gun against Vincent Vance’s chest, full of threats.

While speaking, the door to the close room was suddenly kicked open, and the two bodyguards standing at the door earlier were now being subdued as they were walked in, followed by over a dozen armed bodyguards from the Night Phoenix Palace.

Seeing this scene, the arrogance on Victor Grant’s face finally dissipated considerably. He was wild, but not stupid – he understood all too well the meaning behind the current situation.

"Vincent Vance, you’re ruthless!"

He had only brought two bodyguards over tonight, and without anyone under him, he had already lost this round.

Victor Grant unwillingly withdrew his handgun, thinking that the matter could end here. Who knew Vincent Vance had no intention to let it go: ’Victor Grant, I said I would make you take back everything you just said, kneeling.’

"You!" Victor Grant also had a reputation, and being humiliated by Vincent Vance like this immediately colored his face unpleasantly.

Seeing this, May Morgan quickly stood up from the sofa to mediate: "Um, Vincent, weren’t you here to settle things with my sister?"

May Morgan was giving Victor Grant a way out. Although she didn’t like this reckless man much, she believed it was better for Vincent Vance to have one more friend than one more enemy, right? Since he brought her here to deal with Melanie, try not to offend Victor Grant. As long as Victor Grant turned Melanie over, that would be enough.

May Morgan’s words made Victor Grant look at her again, this time without previous arrogance and a bit more respect.

Vincent Vance also didn’t really want to confront Victor Grant directly, which wouldn’t be of much benefit to him, so he was quite satisfied with May Morgan’s words. Hence, even before Victor Grant spoke, he slowly said: "For the sake of my wife, Victor Grant, I won’t hold it against you today. Get Melanie over here, and I’ll return that batch of goods to you."

This reconciliation method was the most suitable. Victor Grant was in a difficult position and, apart from nodding, had no better solution.

Besides, that bitch Melanie, he really was just playing around with her with no feelings involved.

"Young Master Vance keeps his word?" Victor Grant uneasily watched Vincent Vance’s face and asked.

Vincent Vance slightly nodded, while gesturing for May Morgan to sit over again, and spoke softly to Victor Grant: "Of course."

May Morgan, slightly awkward, sat by his side, seeing which, he suddenly grabbed her slender waist and held her onto his lap again.

"Didn’t I say there’s glass on the ground? What if you cut your foot?" Vincent Vance lowered his head for a glance at her and smoothly caressed her waist.

Goodness, in front of so many people, do you have to act like such a scoundrel?

May Morgan’s body stiffened, her waist growing more nervous and awkward as she sat on Vincent Vance’s lap.

’Go get that slut Melanie for me.’ Victor Grant turned and instructed his subordinate beside him.

About half an hour later, Melanie was thrown into the room by Victor Grant’s people, looking in a miserable state as she knelt on the ground.

She looked up at Vincent Vance and May Morgan, and when she saw that bitch May Morgan actually sitting cutely on Vincent Vance’s lap, obviously very intimate, her face couldn’t help but change dramatically with anger.

"May Morgan, you bitch!"

Melanie angrily scrambled up from the ground, just to pounce on May Morgan for a fight, when Victor Grant’s men pulled her back and flung her to the ground.

Her head hit the corner of the coffee table, leaving a large cut on her face, blood instantly flowing down her face.

However, Victor Grant only sat coldly on the opposite sofa watching, as if the woman before him had nothing to do with him.

Melanie, covering her injured face, screamed hysterically: "Vincent Vance, why are you treating me like this? I was supposed to be your betrothed wife!"

Vincent Vance gently held May Morgan’s waist, pulling her in closer, and looked at Melanie as if she were a pile of rubbish: "You think you deserve?"

Melanie was stunned, then like someone who had lost her mind, she tried to pounce again, but was stopped once more and thrown unceremoniously to the ground.

Melanie sat desperately on the floor, suddenly turning to look at May Morgan, her bloodstained face hideously vicious: "I moved too late. If I had killed you sooner, he wouldn’t have discovered the fake Jade Pendant."

Victor Grant heard this, his eyes sank – Jade Pendant? What Jade Pendant?