Chapter 8 Eight
“Sir.” Suddenly, Jessamine called him while they were walking toward the parking lot.
Vincent didn’t bother looking back. “What is it, Jessamine.”
She must have sensed that her boss was in a bad mood, so as the capable secretary she was, she went up to him herself and opened her phone, not delaying any second. “I have something to show you… Just… Don’t be too shocked.”
Vincent frowned. What is she on about?
He took the phone from her seeing how eager her eyes were.
‘This should not be nonsense as she is serious about her work.’ He thought, regarding her high.
Vincent glanced at the screen and saw… A video.
It took all of his strength to not look at his secretary and ask her ‘are you shitting me’, but Jessamine was perceptive enough to sense his mood.
She immediately explained. “You have to watch that sir, you can solve your current problem with that.”
“You are not lying to me, are you?” Vincent doubted her.
Jessamine gently shook her head, “I am not. I swear on my position.”
“....” To go as far as to stake her position.
He decided to trust her. Vincent played the video, expecting something good, but after watching it…
It was way better than he thought.
Although her hair is different… Especially the color, he can still recognize her face. That mole under her right eye…
It’s really her.
Vincent could not stop the grin that was surfacing on his lips. Only when he saw the satisfied look on his secretary’s face did he realize what he did. His grin fell. Vincent erased the expression on his face and handed her the phone coldly. Wanting her to erase that image of him out of her mind.
“Track her.” He sat in the back seat as soon as the driver opened the door. “Give me their location as soon as possible.”
“Yes sir,” Jessamine sat on the front seat with the driver. Even with her back on me, he can see her grin. She seems so satisfied about what happened.
“What are you grinning at?” Vincent could not hold back any longer and asked, he don’t like the look on her face. It seems like she was telling her again and again how useful she was.
“I’m sorry sir.” At his voice, her grin also fell. Vincent glanced outside the window, satisfied to see her professional face back. The driver started the car and drove off. It felt like the burden on his shoulders tightened as the distance between the car and that cafe widens.
Finally, he was free of that torturous woman.
“It’s just that…”
He gave her a sideways glance. ‘There’s more?’
She laughed, sensing his mood. She ignored it. “Destiny really is something.”
“... What nonsense.” Vincent scoffed. His secretary really like superstitious beliefs.
No one spoke after that; he was delighted by the silence. Just what he wants. His back leaned on the backrest and his hand reached for the tie that was on his neck. He loosened it as it feels like parents’ hands—
Suffocating.
His mind traced back to what his secretary said, the more he thinks about it, the more it sounds ridiculous.
‘Destiny, huh.’
It’s more like fate.
People might think that these two are the same, but it’s not.
Six years ago, I met her. We were fated to meet that time, for this day.
She was sent to solve his problems altogether; it was her purpose.
There is nothing he desired in the world that won’t fall into his hands.
‘Those twins will eventually fall into his custody and I will take their trust. And then I will make that company mine! I will let them see, after this, I will look at the two of them from up high so that they can’t say anything about me anymore.’ He hid his smile. ‘They will be left looking up at me.’
It will be easy to take the two of them, it won’t get too much time.
—
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
It took at least a day to know their exact location, when his secretary informed him about it, he immediately told her to cancel and clear his schedule for the day after tomorrow. Jessamine advised him to stay put and just order his men to come and get the twins but he disagreed.
He went to see the mother himself and told her that he would be taking his sons. He was confident that nothing could go wrong, completely forgetting about her personality.
Splash!
Vincent closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath to calm himself from throwing punches at the woman when she threw water on his face. No. It was juice. Fuck. He hated how sticky the liquid is on his face.
“Are you okay sir?” Jessamine handed him a towel and he took it roughly. He wiped his face as rough as possible, not forgetting to give the orange head a hard glare.
She looked at him like she was a witch trying to give him her powerful curse. “You had the audacity to waltz on his bakeshop as you owned it and now you are telling me that you are taking back his children?! Wake up, beach! You get ain’t no children from me!”
‘My money can take me out of jail if I slap her once, right?’