Chapter 760 A Bad Influence
"So, how did it go?" Vincent asked Zion. "Did you use the tips I gave you last night?"
"I did," Thirteen replied before drinking his hot chocolate.
The two young men were currently having an afternoon snack together inside a cafe.
"Then, what happened?" Vincent inquired, his face filled with expectation.
Thirteen recalled the events that happened the night before, all of which were certainly a first for him.
Erica and Sherry were both close to him and after what happened, he felt that the two of them had become closer to him more than ever. However, he didn't show anything on his face as he answered the young man's question. "Nothing happened," Thirteen answered, his face as calm as the water on the surface of a lake.
"Oh, come on, Zion." Vincent smirked. "I am the Saint of Love. All of my friends come to me for advice, and they all come back with the story of victory in their relationship. I gave you the top five tips in my arsenal, so it's impossible for them to not work."
What Vincent didn't tell Zion was that, since he already knew that Erica had a good impression of the teenage boy and seemed to genuinely like him, all he needed was a little push to seal the deal.
This was also why he didn't believe that nothing happened between Zion and Erica if the teenage boy truly followed his amazing tips on how to reach first base and beyond.
"Are you just feeling shy, so you're not admitting anything?" Vincent asked with a knowing smile on his face. "Don't worry. I promise that my lips are sealed. No soul will know what you tell me today. You can trust me."
The young man patted his chest as if his oath was unbreakable.
However, the teenage boy only smirked as he glanced at the table beside theirs, where a guy wearing glasses and a face mask was reading a newspaper.
A recording device was conveniently placed on his table, making Thirteen look at him in disdain.
They were already making notes for the next article with the title, "Vincent Osborn, who loves Shasha Leventis, tried to bribe her brother and got stabbed by a steak knife!"
"L-Let's calm down, okay?" Vincent cautiously looked at the steak knife that was now in Zion's hand and tried his best to keep his smile from breaking. "I was just going to say that even though Shasha is the crowd's favorite, Char poses a serious threat to her.
"There's a possibility that the winner for Group 3 will be Char instead of your sister. Do you agree with my theory?"
"I do." Thirteen nodded. "There's a chance that Char will win against my sister."
"Wow. I thought that you were going to insist that your sister would win hands down."
"Shasha is strong, but she still has much to learn."
"Don't worry, brother-in-law. I'll teach her the ways on how to become a womaâaaah!"
Vincent hurriedly moved his hand resting on the table to the side just in time to evade the steak knife that was now deeply embedded in the location where his hand was earlier.
"Um? Did you say something?" Thirteen asked as he calmly pulled out the steak knife from the wooden table. "My hand slipped."
Vincent was very tempted to say, "you did that on purpose!" but he didn't have the courage to do that.
Tiona, who was coiled on Thirteen's neck, looked at Vincent before shaking her head helplessly.
If only she could speak human language, she would have already told the young man to stop courting death.
The Paparazzi once again made notes, feeling very happy about the material that they were gathering.
The majority of them couldn't wait to get back to their offices and start typing on their keyboard in preparation for the articles that would get published the next day.