"Damn it..." Vincent's heart sank as he grappled with the gravity of the situation.
The battle lines had been drawn, and he and Clyde were about to face an onslaught from all directions.
Despite his allegiance to Clyde and his desire to see him ascend the throne, Vincent exercised caution in his approach.
He understood the importance of restraint, knowing that divulging every detail to Clyde could potentially backfire.
If these two men were indeed agents of the Irvings, poised to strike against the Morrisons, Vincent harbored little concern.
So long as Starla remained unharmed, he wouldn't give a damn even if the Morrisons met a fate similar to that of the Pierre Family.
But then Vincent's eyes narrowed to slits as he observed the two men offering a glass of juice to Rosaline's nanny with unsettling calmness.
A wave of dread washed over him as he pieced together the implications of their presence.
