Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

"She said she'll take full responsibility?" Vincent reacted.

"Yes, Sir. Madam Gray said she'll take full responsibility over everything, that's why I dare to do this big move, because she granted my safety."

"Heh, very good," Vincent scoffed. His eyes darkened with a glint of maliciousness in them. He was so angry right now that Nigel and Vernon noticed it immediately.

The atmosphere became tense, and Vincent said, "You can leave now, Nigel."

"Y—Yes, Sir. Please excuse me," Nigel bowed his head and took a few steps back until his back hit the door behind him. He quickly turned around and left. He didn't dare to be in the same room with the angry Mr. Vincent Gray. He heard enough scary stuff from other staff about Mr. Gray's mood swings and general insanity.

Now Vernon was alone with his Big brother, who was so angry, he could kill a man—or an old woman in this case.

"That dying bitch. I gave her the right to stay alive for so long and this is how she repay me? How ungrateful," Vincent muttered. "She said she will take responsibility for everything? So she's really well prepared to face my wrath, huh? I wonder what she can do when I catch her later and skin her old wrinkly body."

Vernon shuddered upon hearing his Big brother's threat. Vernon might have the bigger temper between them, but he never threatened to kill someone easily. He had to have a solid reason for eliminating someone, mostly when they threatened his life first, unlike his Big bro, who could do something heinous for the fun of it.

Vernon felt that it was justified for him to want to kill that dying bitch, because Dorothea had been so horrible to him when he was young.

But Vincent had been spoiled rotten by Dorothea and still wanted to kill her for this.

"What are you going to do next, Big bro?" Vernon asked.

Vincent glanced at Vernon with malevolence in his eyes and asked, "What do you think, Vernon? What should I do next when I have to face a traitor like her?"

Vernon swallowed his saliva with difficulty. He knew this was his chance to actually save Dorothea. He could ask his Big bro not to hurt Dorothea because of their blood relation.

But Vernon was petty.

He still had a grudge against Dorothea, even though it had been confirmed that Dorothea was trying to help him and Chloe.ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ Noᴠel Fɪre.net

But he still refused to admit it and refused to reconcile with that hag.

So he replied, "Naturally, it's to eliminate her, right?"

"Hahah, you're right! It's so obvious that I will fucking find and kill that hag for ruining my image!" Vincent proclaimed. He was ruthless and didn't seem to be playing around with his words.

Vernon stayed silent. Somehow, he felt guilty for telling Vincent to kill Dorothea, especially after the revelation that Dorothea was trying to help him, which was something very unlikely of him.

​ Vernon was just as ruthless as Vincent, but now, he pitied his abuser.

'Am I becoming soft and stupid now? Is this because I've been enjoying life for too long?' Vernon pondered. 'Or maybe it's because I've been pampered by my beloved? I heard from Carlos that men tend to get docile after finding his true love.'

'I shouldn't be soft to anyone other than Chloe and Mackie. This is not right,' Vernon thought.

"I think you need to leave now, Vernon," Vincent said. "I don't want to kick you out so early, but I'm not in the mood, and you might get caught in my rage."

"Okay, Big bro," Vernon nodded. He also knew that it was his time to go because there was no use staying here after he got all he needed.

Now he knew that the Old Principal had been taken care of, and Dorothea hadn't told Vincent a thing about his relationship with Chloe.

She also fulfilled her promise to disturb Vincent for three months, giving a lot of leeways for Vernon to do his thing.

So, in short, Chloe won, and Vernon hated it.

"I'll talk to you later, Big bro," Vernon said before he left Vincent's office.

**

Vernon resumed his day like usual since he still had a lot to do in his office. He worked nonstop and had a meeting until it was nine in the evening and continued to work in his office.

"Sir, you don't seem to be so energetic today, did something happen at home?" Diamond asked as she put a coffee on the desk. She checked the clock and added, "Maybe you should go home."

"No," Vernon refused curtly. "I don't want to face her right now."

Diamond frowned, "Did you fight with Chloe again? Sir, you know that you shouldn't yell at her, right? She is easily frightened."

"I didn't yell at her—hell, I'm not even fighting with her, we're on good terms these days," Vernon began to get annoyed by Diamond's bias. "And why do you think that I'm always yelling at her? I don't yell without reason."

"That's not what I see for the past few years I worked with you," Diamond shrugged. "Anyway, what's the problem now? Maybe I can help in some way."

"You can't, because we don't have a fight. It's about the bet that Chloe and I made before," Vernon said.

Diamond frowned, "What bet, Sir?"

…

Vernon went silent for a moment and then grabbed his briefcase.

He took out a phone that Diamond identified easily since it was so outdated, and the only one who had an outdated phone was none other than Chloe.

Thus, she quickly connected the dots and remembered Vernon and Chloe's fight and bet about Dorothea.

"Do you remember?"

"Yes, Sir. I think it's been a month since you two made the bet, right? So what will you do next?" Diamond asked. "Remember that I will never forgive you if you dare to lock her up just because you win the bet."

"That's the problem, I lost the bet."