Hearing a somewhat familiar voice, I remembered that it was Julian, the man who had once asked Vincent for me.
"Why are you here?"
Julian studied my face carefully, a casual smile playing on his lips as he said, “Didn't you hear it that day? Are you still expecting Vincent to come and spend a night of passion with you? He said he wouldn't let anyone touch his person, but didn't he let me come in the end?”
Julian’s tone was light, but his words cut deep.
He chuckled as he pulled out his phone and showed me his chat history with Vincent.
[Help me handle something. I’ll give a big reward once it’s done.]
Following that was the address and the room number.
I felt a pang in my chest as I turned on my own phone. Sure enough, there was a message from Vincent waiting for me.
[Diana, are you so eager to climb the social ladder? Don’t think that by winning over my mother, you can make me easily compromise. Playing hard to get won’t work on me!]
I’d always known that Vincent hated me, but I didn’t realize it had reached this extent.
All I did was refuse his advances once and he now treated me like a burden he couldn’t shake off, belittling me like this.