"Mr. Vincent?" Wilson saw Vincent storm into his home, and he began to slowly loosen his grip on Hazel.
He distinctly recalled that his assistant would be attending the meeting on his behalf because he was preoccupied with some work. Hazel, though, revealed that the man's car broke down, so he was unable to join them.
But now that Vincent had materialized out of nowhere, Wilson realized his plan was going to fail.
"What is happening here?" Vincent's sardonic voice resonated throughout the whole hall, and Wilson flinched out of his thoughts.
Vincent strode toward them without waiting for Wilson to answer, then turned to face Hazel, who appeared to be intoxicated for some reason. His eyes darkened as he looked back at Wilson.
"Ah, Mr. Vincent. I was about to take Miss Hazel to one of my guest rooms. She happened to get drunk with just one glass of wine," Wilson awkwardly reasoned as he finally let go of Hazel, who stumbled on her feet.
