Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 136: Forced to Seek Help from Victor Grant

Upon hearing this, Vincent Vance became even more anxious: "Not enough, ten is too few. You need to call all your men over. The old man will definitely take action tonight."

Jacob Jennings found Vincent’s words a bit strange and asked: "Young Master, how do you know the old man is going to move against Zenith Villa tonight?"

Vincent took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before answering deliberately: "Melanie just told me, that old woman is the person the old man found. If what she said is true, then the thing about May being infected by the Dragon Insect is true too. The night before last, the old man suddenly had someone ram us. I guess his purpose wasn’t to kill us, but to injure May so she’d have to go to the hospital. That way, he’d know for sure if May is pregnant."

"I see, don’t worry, Young Master. I will do my best to protect the young lady."

Vincent’s analysis made Jacob feel uneasy as well. Knowing he was already in Crestwood, even if he went back now, it’s like trying to put out a fire with a distant water source—too late!

Besides, the old man is such a shrewd person, he would definitely lay ambushes around Zenith Villa. Maybe the moment he steps out, they’ll make their move immediately.

What to do? He came to Crestwood against orders. If anything happens to May, he can’t shirk the responsibility. Even if he saves Vincent’s life, Vincent might not forgive him.

Moreover, May isn’t that detestable. Watching her die, he would be reluctant too.

After hanging up with Vincent, Jacob considered for a moment, still choosing to call Victor Grant.

Victor seemed a bit busy, answering the call rather impatiently: "What do you want? I’m not in the mood to deal with you Vance Family people now."

Jacob knew he was still mad about the disrespectful words Vincent said that night, so he chuckled and apologized: "Mr. Grant, someone as big-hearted as you, when did you become so petty?"

"How the hell am I petty? I’m just not stooping to the same level as petty people." Victor grumbled unhappily over the phone.

Needing his help, Jacob dared not offend him further and kept appeasing him with sweet words: "Mr. Grant, you’re generous, don’t mind our Young Master’s temper. He cares too much for our Young Lady, that’s all."

"Generous my ass, I was being nice to help him, and what attitude does he show? Jacob, be honest, why are you calling me? Want me to do something again? Fine, let Vincent call me personally to apologize, otherwise, forget it."

Victor was always a hothead, straight-shooter type. So without waiting for Jacob to plead further, he decisively hung up.

Feeling a bit frustrated, Jacob breathed out, staring at the disconnected call from Victor, unsure what to do. The only person he could turn to now was Victor. But if he doesn’t calm Victor down, given his temper, how could he help?

Thinking it over, Jacob had no choice but to swallow his pride and call Vincent to admit his mistake: "Young Master, I apologize!"

Upon hearing this, Vincent’s brows furrowed immediately: "What’s that supposed to mean?"

Jacob was not one to make jokes lightly. His sudden admission meant either he came to Crestwood against orders or May was in danger.

However, neither of these was what Vincent wanted to hear. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Jacob paused, then mustered the courage to apologize to Vincent: "Young Master, the young lady is concerned about your safety and insisted I come to help you. I had no choice..."

"Bastard!"

Before Jacob could finish, Vincent burst into a furious roar, scaring the few people in the car into silence, all looking at him in unison.

Jacob dared not breathe as he waited for Vincent to speak again. Vincent took a deep breath on the call, composed himself, then gritted his teeth: "Honestly, where are you now?"

"I... I’m almost at Crestwood!" Jacob couldn’t dare to hide, so he answered truthfully.

"Crestwood? You’re at Crestwood? So you set off first thing, didn’t you?" Vincent’s fury continued to soar, almost uncontrollable. Had Jacob been in front of him, Vincent might have shot him right then!

"I’m sorry, I was wrong, but before I left, I already assigned more than a dozen bodyguards to guard Zenith Villa. There shouldn’t be any issues."

"If something happens, it’s already too late!" Vincent became increasingly fearful, urgently yelling to the front driver: "Stop the car!"

The driver ahead, startled, promptly slammed the brakes, stopping the car by the road. Vincent was too impatient to even hang up, ordering the driver again: "Turn back, go back now, drive faster!"

Realizing he was turning back, Jacob hurriedly tried to persuade him: "Young Master, you finally arrived at Crestwood, how can you just turn back? I have a way, a way to keep the young lady safe!"

"You and your damn way, Jacob. If May is safe today, fine, but if anything happens, I won’t let you off!" Vincent rarely swore, unless truly pushed to the edge. This time, it was clear he was genuinely infuriated.

"Young Master, I really do have a way. I just called Victor Grant and asked him to help take care of the young lady."

"Victor Grant? You’re involving him?" Vincent hadn’t realized Jacob and Victor were that close, so he asked suspiciously: "I didn’t know you have ties with so many people behind my back?"

At this point, Jacob didn’t dare hide from Vincent anymore, honestly explaining his dealings with Victor: "I had some interactions with him before, but no deep connections. You know, someone like Victor, his influence on both sides is considerable. We can’t just walk the proper path; we need to smooth some of the underhanded ones too."

"Enough, I’m not interested in your stories with him now. Just tell me, did Victor agree?"

Even though Vincent was reluctant to let Victor get close to May, Jacob’s approach was indeed the only viable one now. Given the circumstances, perhaps it was only Victor who could stand against the old man.

Had Victor agreed, Jacob wouldn’t be so torn about coming to Vincent: "He... didn’t agree. He said unless you personally call him to apologize, he won’t go."

Vincent was nearly driven mad by Jacob, but besides asking Victor, what else could he do?

"I’ll deal with you when I get back!" Vincent snarled through gritted teeth.

Finishing his words, he decisively hung up, found Victor’s number, and dialed it.