Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 240: Acting

Jacob Jennings turned his head in some surprise to glance at Vincent Vance, but saw a strange light flickering in his eyes, and his heart was immediately filled with bewilderment.

Could it be that the child in the young lady’s belly is really...

After sending Vincent Vance back to the company, Jacob Jennings drove back himself because there was a lot of work accumulated during the day that hadn’t been handled, and since Vincent Vance didn’t want to go back so early, he simply returned to the company to work overtime.

Brianna White was busy in Vincent Vance’s office, and upon suddenly seeing the president return, she was startled: "President Vance, what brings you back?"

Vincent Vance raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist and found it was already after office hours, so he asked casually, "Why haven’t you left work yet?"

Brianna White’s face showed a trace of panic, and she hurriedly lowered her head to explain to Vincent Vance: "There were still some company matters from the day that weren’t finished, so I’m working overtime here."

As she spoke, she was about to tidy up the documents on the table and leave, but Vincent Vance thought for a moment and instructed her, "Organize the documents accumulated during the day and bring them to my office, then you can go."

"Okay, sure." Brianna White quickly agreed, carrying a large stack of materials out.

Not long after, she came back in with another large stack of materials from outside: "President Vance, these are the documents that need your personal annotation today, I’ve put them on your desk?"

"Good!"

Vincent Vance nodded, then stood up from the sofa and went to his desk to start reviewing the documents.

Actually, he was already very tired today. Coming to the company wasn’t really for overtime; he just wanted to avoid May Morgan. Ever since May’s miscarriage, her temper had become especially irritable, often threatening to divorce him.

He loved her, whether or not she could have children in the future, he was destined to be with her in this lifetime, so divorcing her was something he couldn’t do.

After Brianna White left, she soon returned with a cup of freshly made coffee.

"President Vance, have a cup of coffee to refresh yourself?" Brianna White gently placed the coffee in front of Vincent Vance’s desk.

As she withdrew her fingers, Vincent Vance unconsciously looked up and noticed her hands seemed different from usual.

"I remember you used to love getting your nails done. Why haven’t you done them today?" Vincent Vance asked, looking at Brianna White’s bare nails.

Brianna White, caught off guard by his question, awkwardly withdrew her fingers and forced a laugh, explaining to Vincent Vance: "I, I’ve done my nails too much and injured them; the doctor said I should let them recover for a while."

"Is that so?" A barely noticeable smile crossed Vincent Vance’s lips. He then looked up at Brianna White’s face and said, "Thank you for your help the other day."

Brianna White glanced at Vincent Vance in surprise but then smiled politely at him: "What are you talking about, President Vance? Helping you is my job as your secretary; it’s nothing, really."

Upon hearing this, Vincent Vance nodded, continuing to gaze at Brianna White’s face, and said with a smile: "I might need your help again tonight. I wonder if you’re willing?"

Brianna White looked nervously at Vincent Vance, unsure of what he wanted from her, and after a pause, hesitantly asked him: "President Vance, what do you want me to do?"

Vincent Vance smiled faintly, took out his phone, and placed it on the desk: "It’s simple, just like the other night. If my wife calls, you answer, and you should know what to say."

"This..." Brianna White looked at Vincent Vance’s phone, appearing hesitant: "What should I say to her?"

"Just like that night, make your voice sound seductive, and make sure my wife misunderstands." Vincent Vance instructed Brianna without giving away his thoughts.

Upon hearing this, the tension on Brianna White’s face finally eased, and she smiled modestly, her face full of allure.

"President Vance, have you had another fight with your wife?" Brianna White’s sharp eyes deliberately surveyed Vincent Vance’s face.

Vincent Vance nodded, pretending to be helpless, and complained to Brianna White: "She bothers me, especially after the miscarriage, her emotions have become particularly irrational. I’m tired of dealing with her."

"I see..." Brianna White’s eyes darted slightly, and the hands that were originally at her sides moved tentatively towards Vincent Vance’s desk.

"President Vance, you’re rich, powerful, and handsome. What kind of woman can’t you have? If you’re no longer interested, just let your wife leave; why deceive her like this?"

Vincent Vance glanced at Brianna White’s obviously restless fingers and coldly said: "Let her go? Wouldn’t I have to pay her a large settlement fee? Why not create some scenes with other women to make her give up on her own?"

Hearing this, Brianna White’s hands became even more audacious, quickly covering Vincent Vance’s fingers placed on the table, teasing and flirting.

"President Vance, you’re meticulous and I admire that. Why don’t you take me home tonight for a more realistic performance?"

Continuing to gaze at Brianna White’s constantly provocative hands, the cold smile on Vincent Vance’s mouth gradually turned into a flirtatious tease.

"I’m just afraid you’ll hold back and ruin my plan."

"Don’t worry, as long as it’s what you want, I’ll make sure you’re satisfied."

Brianna White naturally understood the implication in Vincent Vance’s words and promptly seized the opportunity to sit on his lap, her soft and boneless hands wrapping around his neck.

Holding back his disgust, Vincent Vance deliberately pinched Brianna White’s thigh and teased her: "It’s a bit too early to act now. Wait until we get home to put in the effort."

Brianna White chuckled, boldly kissed Vincent Vance’s handsome face, then reluctantly got off his lap.

"So, when do you plan to go home, President Vance?" Brianna White asked Vincent Vance eagerly.

Vincent Vance, however, wasn’t in a hurry at all, casually flipping open a document: "No rush, let’s handle work first."

He wasn’t in a hurry, but Brianna White was anxious to death. Getting close to Vincent Vance, a big fish, was her ultimate dream, and tonight was a rare opportunity she couldn’t easily let slip by.

"If you’re bored, go to the liquor cabinet inside and grab a bottle for a drink." Vincent Vance, seeing Brianna White sitting awkwardly on the sofa across from him, reminded her.

Brianna White looked around in a panic, not knowing where the liquor cabinet was. Vincent Vance caught a glimpse of her confusion, seeing her standing in the middle of the office, lost. This gave him some assurance.

"Still standing there? Want me to get it myself?" Vincent Vance deliberately looked up at Brianna White, testing her.

A flicker of panic crossed Brianna White’s face, and she quickly said to Vincent Vance: "Well, President Vance, didn’t you drive here yourself? What if you get caught for drunk driving?"