CHAPTER 46: CHAPTER 46: EUGENE VAUGHN’S EXAMINATION TO PROVE HIS INNOCENCE

Are all scumbags like this?

Do anything necessary for some purpose.

His sudden gentleness made Victoria Sinclair feel afraid.

"Go back to your room, wash up, get a good night’s sleep. Just like before, when you’re busy with work, you put everything else out of your mind." Eugene Vaughn gently rubbed the back of her head.

Victoria nervously pulled his hand down, stepped back, and shook her head, "Divorce is not an impulsive thought of mine. I hope to finalize the divorce certificate as soon as possible. Once I’ve decided on something, I, Victoria Sinclair, will not waver."

After saying these words, Victoria felt a sense of relief, and the heavy pain in her heart eased slightly.

She picked up her backpack and phone and turned to walk towards the room.

Eugene’s stiff body remained unmoving, his hands slowly clenched into fists. As he stared at Victoria’s indifferent silhouette, his dull black eyes gradually became misty, accumulating slowly, until his eye sockets suddenly turned red.

He stepped forward and turned off the light.

The living room suddenly went pitch black, startling Victoria, her hand freezing at the door, turning back to look.

A dark shadow lunged forward, grasping her arm and pinning it against the door.

"Ah!" Victoria was so scared that her phone and backpack fell to the floor, her body stiff, pressing tightly against the door, her breathing disrupted.

"Victoria Sinclair, I will not agree to a divorce, you might as well give up on this."

Eugene’s hoarse voice, slightly choking from above her head, along with the heavy breath, hot and scorching, sprayed all over her forehead.

He leaned down, close to her cheek, his large hand gripping her arm so hard it hurt, the cold aura in the darkness increasingly threatening and terrifying, like a heat wave surrounding and enveloping her.

His voice was off, and Victoria looked up at his eyes.

In the darkness, she saw nothing but the deep outlines of his face.

It was intentional, as if he didn’t want her to see.

"I was drunk last night, but I’m not dead, I’m perfectly aware of whether I cheated or not." Eugene emphasized each word, his attitude forceful and cold, laced with rough and hot breath, his voice exceptionally hoarse, "I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me, so I specially went for a check-up. You’re trained in pharmacology, you should be able to understand the report."

In her confusion, Eugene suddenly stuffed a document into her hands.

She held the document, her mind in chaos, "Eugene, I really..."

Victoria’s words hadn’t finished when Eugene cut in coldly, his tone mixed with a tinge of anger, "Victoria, enough."

Victoria shivered in fear, paralyzed.

Calmly looking at the man in the dark, he was so close, his breath so burning, yet completely unable to see his expressions.

"It’s enough." His voice grew increasingly deep, seemingly exhausted. After repeating this sentence, he slowly released her and walked towards the room.

He entered the room and shut the door.

Without turning on the light, he walked straight to the bed and sat down. The bright moonlight streamed in from the balcony, casting a dim and misty shadow over the room.

He bent over, lowered his head, elbows on his knees, palms supporting his forehead, his wide shoulders feeling as though weighed down by a thousand pounds, so heavy they were about to give away.

After a long time, he fell back onto the bed, lying flat, his one arm pressed over his eyes, seemingly controlling some unknown emotions. His other hand fiercely gripped the bed sheet, the force almost tearing it apart, as the iron-hard arm showed bulging veins.

The gloomy atmosphere in the dark room gradually coagulated.

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Victoria returned to her room, turned on the light, put the backpack and phone on the tabletop, and sat by the bed looking at the report Eugene had given her.

Her heart had already turned cold yet she still hoped it was all a misunderstanding.

Opening the document, it turned out to be the most authoritative forensic identification report.

Forensic doctors usually do identification for people who are dead.

Of course, they also do physical examinations for assaulted women.

The content inside was simple and clear, very systematic male examination.

The report showed, there were no condom ingredients on the organ, no DNA tissue from others, secretion components of J fluid had neither increased nor decreased.

In addition to this authoritative report, there was also a data screenshot of the smartwatch Eugene wore on his wrist.

Heart rate monitoring and sleep monitoring were normal.

Screenshot time was exactly last night, heart rate maintained around 70 throughout, sleep was stable and deep, light sleep segments normal, never woke up, let alone showed exercise traces.

Looking at this report, Victoria’s eyes again welled up, her heart felt a little better.

It seemed Renee’s words weren’t entirely true either.

However, what does it prove that he didn’t cheat this time?

Keeping clean isn’t for her.

He neither touched women outside nor his wife at home.

Isn’t that another kind of mockery?

Victoria closed the document, walked out of the room, and placed the document on the coffee table.

She wiped the tears away, took a look at Eugene’s room door, silently making farewell in her heart, it would take some time to let go of this love.

She really was tired, leaving was only a matter of time.

Just letting go of him.

She believed she could soon find peace, no longer hurting.

That night, Victoria was sleepless.

The following day, around noon.

Vaughn Group, inside the president’s office.

Renee stood in front of the desk with a tense and uneasy expression.

Eugene finished reading the document, signed it, stacked it in the corner, and slowly capped the pen, inserting it into the pen holder.

He leaned back against the chair, looked up at Renee, "Tell me, how did I, from the club to the hotel last night, and how did my clothes come off lying on the same bed with you?"

Renee pretended to be calm, "I also went to the club last night, happened to bump into you guys. Your assistant, Xiao Chen, wasn’t here temporarily, your secretary, Vivian, left beforehand, so I had to take you to a nearby hotel."

"And then?" Eugene’s cold eyes were icy.

Renee blushed slightly, "You were too drunk, lost control, pinned me on the bed. I thought about refusing but you were too strong, I simply couldn’t push you away."

"Just you, enough to make me lose control?" Eugene sneered.

Renee heard his disdain, mixed with anger however, "Just what about me? Three years ago, we met abroad, I was just a plate-serving waitress at that time, you fell for me at first sight and brought me into the entertainment company under Vaughn Group, gave me the best resources, single-handedly made me famous, wasn’t that because you loved me?"

Eugene’s eyes darkened, he remained silent.

"Ever since you got married to Victoria Sinclair, you’ve been sleeping in separate rooms, you don’t love her, you merely use her as my substitute."

Eugene asked sternly, "Who told you those things?"

Renee hesitated, she had promised Vivian Miller she wouldn’t betray her. Should she have made the wrong bet, Vivian was her last fallback.

"I assumed it myself."

Eugene listened to what she had to say with a grim expression, pulled a document from the drawer, and tossed it in front of her, "Open it and take a look."

With confusion, Renee picked it up and opened it.

After reading the contents, her face changed drastically, stunned and puzzled, "A big man like you actually went for a forensic examination?"

"I always aim for flawless operations, if losing myself, isolating AIDS, isolating STDs, maintaining hygiene and cleanliness, these are necessary steps."

Renee was humiliated to the core, furiously tossing away his report, indignant and angry, "Eugene, you’re insane!"

Eugene stood up, walked to Renee’s side, leaned against the table, hands stuffed in pockets, looking at her sideways, sarcastically said, "I fell for you at first sight? You overestimate yourself. At most, I consider you a friend at first sight. Making you famous was entirely because of your face, and the profits you could bring to the company."

Renee’s face tightened with anger, alternating between pale and flushed, clenching fists trembling, tears swirling in the eyes.

Eugene handed her another document.

Renee received it, opened it instantly, like struck by lightning, her blood reversed, collapsed looking at him, pupils slightly quivering, "What do you mean?"