Chapter 228

Vincent Ashcroft stood at the VIP room entrance, his fingers digging deep into his palms.

He watched the four men inside clinking glasses, his heart feeling as if it were being sliced open by a dull blade.

"Lucien Croix, from this day forward, we're through."

His voice was ice-cold.

Raucous laughter erupted in the private room.

Lucien swirled his wine glass with a mocking smirk. "Vincent, do you really think someone like you still deserves to call us brothers?"

He gestured to the lavish surroundings. "This private suite alone costs 150K. Can you even afford it?"

Vincent's throat tightened.

His wallet held less than 50K.

"Cat got your tongue?" Lucien strode forward and abruptly flung the red wine in his face.

The dark liquid dripped from Vincent's hair.

"You're dead!" Rage ignited in Vincent's eyes.

Lucien only laughed harder, jabbing a finger at his chest. "Look at you. Not even worth Adrian Valentine's pinky finger."

"He turned Valentine Group into the industry's second-largest in three years. And you? A worthless failure!"

Vincent's fist moved faster than thought.

Thud!

Lucien staggered back, blood trickling from his lip.

"Consider that a down payment." Vincent turned on his heel. "This isn't over."

He had to restrain himself.

The time for reckoning hadn't come yet.

Evelyn Roland had just dried her hair when her phone lit up.

Zachary Deross's video clearly showed Vincent's humiliated state.

She smirked.

She hadn't expected him to endure it this far.

"Mommy!"

Felicia rushed over, clutching a glittering diamond.

Evelyn caught her daughter with a laugh, then scooped up Ethan.

"My little treasure hunter. Did Great-grandfather buy you another toy?"

Gabrielle Flores entered with towels. "Evelyn, Christian Lefèvre showed signs of movement today."

Evelyn froze.

"What kind?"

"His fingers twitched." Gabrielle lowered her voice. "I wanted you to verify it."

Evelyn handed the children to Gabrielle.

That suspicious fire—it was time to uncover the truth.