Chapter 94

The past was the past. Hannah had no desire to revisit it-her focus stayed ahead. Her pursuit of Vincent had been driven by his good looks, and their ending marked by a broken vow. How disgraceful.

Hannah's voice carried casual ease, but Felix's eyes betrayed a trace of pity.

Soon after, Hannah and Felix returned to their workplace.

Once seated, Hannah placed the bag containing the suit by her chair when her phone buzzed with a new alert.

Brinley had sent yet another image. It showed a close-up of her left ring finger, adorned with a new band."Vincent picked out our ring. Isn't it lovely?"

Hannah released a hollow chuckle. No wonder she had bumped into Vincent and Brinley earlier-he'd been out choosing wedding rings with Brinley. The wedding gown, the bedding, and now the ring. They were ticking off every ceremony milestone.

Hannàh tapped open the chat with Brinley and wrote."Hideous thing. Vincent's taste is appalling."

Then, Hannah blocked Brinley. She wouldn't allow anyone to ruin her day anymore.

Vincent headed back to his office, while Brinley returned to the Jones estate.

Upon seeing Hannah's reply, Brinley attempted to respond with, "Already upset, huh?" But the message wouldn't go through. She'd been blocked.

Burning with anger, Brinley muttered a curse beneath her breath.

As soon as Danica learned of Brinley's return, she emerged from her room with a warm welcome."Brinley, want something to eat?"

"I'm good, Mrs. Jones." Brinley linked her arm with Danica's and guided Danica to the sofa. Grinning slyly, she leaned in and murmured, "Guess who Vincent and I ran into today."

"Who?"

"Hannah," Brinley drawled lazily.

Danica's face immediately twisted with disdain."Did she try to stir up trouble again? Gee! That woman pops up everywhere. Always going on about how she's done with Vincent, but clearly she still cares-probably following you two around."

Brinley wasn't done. "Actually, she wasn't alone. A man was by her side."

"What?" Danica's brows shot up. "She's seeing someone already? How dare she cheat on my son!"Her voice rose with outrage. "No wonder she's signed those divorce documents so quickly. She already had someone else lined up! Did Vincent see her with another man?"

Brinley gave a confirming nod. "He did. For the second time."

Danica's voice turned razor-sharp. "That tramp! Not even legally single, and already hanging on another man? Utterly disgraceful. Thank heavens Vincent is walking away from her."

Danica rose in a rush. "I'm going to confront her myself."

Brinley stepped in. "Hold on-don't go storming off just yet. We need something solid. If you charge in now, she'll just deny it."

"What's the plan, then?"

Brinley stroked her jaw thoughtfully as she laid it out."We stay quiet for now. We can't alert her. And Sharon must not hear a word. Let's gather proof before we expose everything."

Danica inhaled sharply, working to smother her rage."Alright. We'll do this your way."

Meanwhile, at the Jones Group headquarters, Derek walked into Vincent's office with an update in hand."Mr. Jones, regarding the redecoration of your room,some furniture is on the way-you still want me to arrange it according to the draft you provided?"

"No longer necessary," Vincent answered coolly,eyes glued to the document in front of him.

"Understood. I'll cancel the orders. Though the crib's a problem. That supplier doesn't accept returns,"Derek muttered as he neared the door, only to be halted. "Hold on."

Derek quickly turned back. "Yes? Anything else?"

"Keep the crib."

"Alright. Where should I place it?"

Vincent gave him a frosty look."My home has plenty of rooms. Can't you just pick one to place it?"

"Got it." Derek nodded in compliance, completely in the dark about the meaning behind the change.

Vincent's abrupt shift in demeanor sent a cold ripple through the secretarial department. No one dared breathe too loudly.

Vincent stared at the contract lying before him. It was his third read-and not a word had registered.With a grunt, he grabbed his phone. No messages from Hannah. As expected.

Then, he noticed the buzz in the elite social group chat. Curious, he clicked inside. The topic of the day? Hannah.

Vincent's glare darkened with each message. Crude remarks, vulgar flirts, and lustful words-aimed squarely at Hannah.

He swiped past the filth, fists clenching-until a single image froze him solid. In it, a sales assistant fastened a bracelet on Hannah's wrist. Standing beside Hannah was Felix, his gaze on her, all gentle and tender.

Vincent's face clouded over. So that was why Hannah brought a suit for Felix. Felix had gifted her first. They looked every bit like a couple in a loving relationship.

Vincent's laugh was sharp, jagged, and bitter. His eyes were ablaze with silent fury.