Vincent noticed Ryan’s wavering feelings from a long time ago. And he knew that a prideful man like Terban would notice it too.
“Welcome home,” Vincent greeted Slyvester with a smile.
The Grim Reaper standing on the door made Slyvester step backward. There was no escape route as Vincent pulled his ear and dragged him inwardly into the house.
“Ahhh! AHhh! Vincent! Ouch! Wait a minute! I am sorry! Sorry!”
Slyvester shouted in shrieking pain, and the witness around did nothing but enjoy the view. Chaylen sat on the couch while cutting his nails and watching the murder scene that was about to unfold in front of his bare eyes.
“You promised me before that you would never use my motorbike without my consent,” Vincent said sarcastically.
Slyvester pushed him away and held his ear. “I did ask you!”
“Your honor, the defendant was telling the truth,” Chaylen said, “Mr. Slyvester left a note on your forehead. And for a moment, I thought you became an office table. Pfft…!”
