Chapter 135
Vincent was concerned Teresa had hurt her leg, and he drew her behind him. âYou donât have to do
these chores.â Then he yelled angrily at the receptionist, âWhere have the others gone? Do you not
have anyone here?â
âDid something bother you today, Mr. Coleman?â Mr. Sharp walked downstairs with a pale face.
âPlease have some tea to relax,â he said with a smile.
Vincent simply scoffed and glared at him.
âThomas, please serve some tea to Mr. Coleman right away!â Mr. Sharp was getting chills from
Vincentâs stare and couldnât keep his smile on.
His staff Thomas, whom he instructed, responded and went to get some tea. However, before he could
serve the teaâ
With a bang, Vincent kicked Mr. Sharp to the ground. Then he squatted, grabbed Mr. Sharpâs hair and
ruthlessly growled, âSo youâre the one who asked Victoria to clean the rooftop on her own, huh?â
Mr. Sharp collapsed on all fours after the kick, and he was unsure of where his glasses had fallen. He
groped for a long time before finding them, but his glasses had been crushed and he couldnât wear
them at all by then.
He looked at Vincent with squinted eyes as cold sweat trickled down from his forehead. âYes, I was the
one who sent her there. Is there any issue with that? She works for the Delta Club, so itâs natural for
me to delegate some tasks to herââ
âShut up!â Vincent interrupted with a yell and punched Mr. Sharp.
Mr. Sharpâs left side of the face immediately swelled. He was so shocked that he covered his face and
shrank back, unable to complete even a single sentence. âW-What exactly happened? You must, at the
very least, explain why you are doing this to me!â
âYou nearly killed my sister! How dare you act so innocently in front of me!â Vincent grabbed Mr.
Sharpâs collar and lifted him. Every word he said was forced out through his gritting teeth.
Mr. Sharp was taken aback by Vincentâs words. His face turned horrifyingly pale, and shivers ran down
his spine. âYou canât hold it against me! I, too, am an employee! I simply followed my superiorâs
instructions; I have no idea what happened! I⦠Iâve already explained the situation to Miss Coleman,
and she said she understands and doesnât blame me! I really have no idea what happened!â
He was almost in tears as he spoke.
When he told Victoria to clean the rooftop by herself, he made sure he spoke carefully so as not to
cause any trouble. Even if something did happen, he would not get involved, but he had not anticipated
Vincent being completely unreasonable!
The crowd around them burst out laughing and began to cheer while watching what was going on.
If a disagreement arose, someone from the Delta Club would normally intervene and inform Charlotte
or Christian. Today, however, they were told to keep their heads down and pretend they didnât know
what had happened to Mr. Sharp.
Mr. Sharp, on the other hand, wanted to shift all blame to his superiors in order for Vincent to count his
scores with Charlotte or Christian, and let Mr. Sharp off the hook.
Yet, Vincent became even angrier when he heard Mr. Sharpâs words, and he kicked the man hard.
âHow dare you mention Christian in order to frighten me! Do you honestly believe Iâm afraid of him?â
Mr. Sharp had no answer to that. The only thing he could do was curl up on the floor and sob, pleading
with Vincent to let him go.
After feeling exhausted, Vincent finally stopped beating Mr. Sharp. He grabbed Mr. Sharpâs collar with
clenched teeth and asked, âDaisy happened to lock the rooftop door after you told Victoria to clean up
the rooftop on her own, didnât she? Did you intend for that to happen?â
Everyone gasped when they heard that. Vincent was notorious for spoiling his sister, and now Mr.
Sharp had locked Vincentâs sister up on the rooftop, so iIt was no surprise that Vincent went insane and
viciously attacked Mr. Sharp.
âT-The door was locked?â There was a thunderstorm last night, and terrible things could have
happened if someone were locked on the rooftop. At that point, Mr. Sharp was so terrified that he was
drenched in cold sweat. âIâve no idea about that! It was my superiorâs order to have Victoria clean the
rooftop. I really donât know about the locked door. Mr. Coleman, you canât blame me for that!â
Mr. Sharp was so terrified that he couldnât resist natureâs call. The entire lobby was immediately filled
with the stench of urine.
Smelling that, Vincent immediately threw Mr. Sharp on the floor and took a few steps backward. The
onlookers also took a few steps back while covering their noses.
âYour superiorâs order?â The sound of a woman resonated, attracting the attention of many of the men
present.
âIsnât that too much blame to place on me?â Charlotte asked as she walked in.
Mr. Sharpâs face turned ghastly pale as he looked at her. He continued to tremble and tried to explain,
but nothing came out of his mouth.
Seeing that, Vincent spat on the floor while scolding vulgarities and looking enraged.
He assumed Christian was offended by the camera and the drugs incidents, and that what happened
on the rooftop was his retaliation against Victoria, but it turned out now that everything was Mr. Sharpâs
idea.
Mr. Sharp could see the venom in Vincentâs eyes right away. His limbs softened and he began pleading
for mercy, his face swollen, âM-Mr. Coleman, I had nothing to do with locking the door! Daisy⦠Daisy
was the one to do it. It was her idea as well to send Victoria to the rooftop⦠I-I have nothing to do with
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Vincent, however, was too enraged to listen to Mr. Sharpâs explanation. At that, he blew a gasket and
grabbed a vase nearby, slashing it across Mr. Sharpâs head.
Blood splashed everywhere, but the injury was not fatal.
Mr. Sharp collapsed on the floor, his hands on his head as he yelped in pain.
âYou two, come here and throw him out into the rain! Only take him to the hospital if he is about to die.
Just make sure he doesnât die!â Vincent issued an order to two male employees.
The two male employees remained motionless. Instead, they turned to look at Charlotte, who nodded.
With her approval, they then dragged Mr. Sharp by his limbs and carried him out.
Vincent, on the other hand, was emotionless as he looked at the blood trails on the floor. âSo, whereâs
Daisy?â He clenched his teeth, looking around.
â¦
Meanwhile, Christian returned to his house to change his clothes. His body was exhausted, but he
wasnât sleepy at all.
Various scenes jumbled up in his mind, including the time when Victoria followed him everywhere he
went, how she behaved lowly in front of everyone after she was released from jail, and all the words his
mother, Charlotte, and Derick advised him. All of these things turned his heart upside down.
âVictoria has no desire to live. I called the emergency services, but she later begged me to send them
back.â
The female employeeâs words rang in his ears, piercing his heart as if each word were a sharp knife.
Christian felt so awful that he couldnât breathe. Nothing changed no matter how hard he struck his
chest.
At this moment, his phone began to vibrate.
As soon as he answered the call, the man from the other end of the line said, âMr. Thatcher, Iâm at the
café you mentioned. All information Iâve obtained over the last two years has also been organized per
your instructions.â
âOkay. Iâll be there shortly.â Christianâs Adamâs apple moved up and down as his gaze dimmed.