CHAPTER 2: CHAPTER 2: SISTER SUBSTITUTES FOR SISTER—ANY PROBLEM WITH THAT?

Jacob Jennings glanced down at Melanie Morgan, who lay disheveled on the ground, and immediately understood what was going on.

"Got it, young master."

Melanie’s affair was caught; will the marriage between the Vance and Morgan Families be canceled?

As Vincent Vance passed by May Morgan, he gave her a deep, penetrating look that made her legs tremble uncontrollably.

That look... why did it give her an ominous feeling?

"Take this woman back to Zenith Villa!" Vincent retracted his gaze and instructed Jacob Jennings beside him.

"...??"

May froze, thinking to herself, "Really? My sister’s the one who offended you—what’s it got to do with me?"

Jacob, hearing this, quickly stepped forward to escort May away: "Miss Morgan, please?"

May stubbornly shrank back, resisting as she shouted at Vincent, "I’m not going. Every grievance has its perpetrator, every debt has its debtor. If my sister offended you, why are you targeting me?"

Damn, what kind of people are these? If she had known, she wouldn’t have come, avoiding such a vulgar scene and being used as a scapegoat.

"I have something to ask you, don’t be nervous." Seeing May’s refusal to leave, Vincent paused, his tone suddenly much gentler.

Something? What could it be? They rarely interacted, and she had seen this brother-in-law of hers less than five times in total—what’s there to discuss?

"You... you can ask what you need right here. I... I’m not going to your Zenith Villa." Looking into Vincent’s unfathomable eyes, May instinctively shrank back, refusing.

This brother-in-law of hers was domineering and ruthless. If she went, wouldn’t it be like walking into a death trap?

Vincent lost patience, turned around and gave Jacob a look, then abruptly left. As soon as he left, Jacob resolutely approached May, his tone firm: "Miss Morgan, don’t force me to use violence."

May, being a frail woman, would surely suffer if a man resorted to violence. She reluctantly glanced at Jacob’s brawny arms, thicker than her waist, and finally chose to compromise.

"Alright, alright then..." May sighed helplessly.

"Jacob, take me to Zenith Villa too? I have something to say to Vincent." Melanie, seeing Jacob about to leave, quickly grabbed his pant leg and pleaded bitterly.

Jacob looked at Melanie with disdain, his words cold: "Miss Melanie, I advise you to find a way to protect yourself. You know the young master’s temper."

After saying this, Melanie’s hand slipped powerlessly from Jacob’s leg. She was doomed; being caught by Vincent for having an affair, the fact he didn’t kill her on the spot was already merciful.

But in such a concealed place, how did Vincent find out?

A venomous glance shot fiercely at May. Feeling uncomfortable under Melanie’s gaze, May inadvertently averted her face. What was going on? She was just passing by and happened to witness the drama. As for Vincent, who knew how he found out.

After being taken to Zenith Villa, Vincent had just stepped out of the bathroom, his strong, firm muscles subtly revealed through his half-opened elegant nightwear, making May’s face flush and heart race with nervousness.

"Sister, brother-in-law..."

May was extremely embarrassed; in the dead of night, a man and a woman alone, and he dressed like this—it was an invitation for trouble!

Vincent gave her a sidelong glance, turned to sit on the sofa nearby, and gestured for May to sit as well. How could May dare to sit? In front of him, she felt like a child who had done something wrong, standing awkwardly, with all her muscles tensed.