Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 241: Why Make Things So Hard on Yourself

"That’s right..." Vincent nodded, letting Brianna off the hook. He glanced at the cup of coffee on the table that had gone cold and deliberately tested Brianna again: "The coffee’s cold, go make me another cup."

"Okay, sure." Brianna secretly breathed a sigh of relief, quickly picked up the coffee from Vincent’s desk, and turned to leave.

A few minutes later, Brianna returned with another cup of coffee, placing it on Vincent’s desk: "President Vance, drink it while it’s hot this time?"

"Alright!" Vincent lifted the coffee to his lips: "Did you just grind this coffee?"

Brianna was stunned for a moment before awkwardly explaining: "Well, the company ran out of coffee beans, so I made you instant coffee."

"Really?" Vincent lowered his gaze, somewhat displeased, and placed the coffee back on the table.

Brianna, who had received special training, knew that Vincent only drank one brand of freshly ground coffee. Yet the woman before him had, twice, brought him instant coffee and lied about the company running out of beans. It was absurd.

As Vincent’s special secretary, there was no way Brianna could mess up such a simple task. Among the people he knew, only a pampered woman who always had her coffee beans ground by servants could make such a mistake.

Seeing Vincent put down the coffee, Brianna looked a bit anxious. She hurried to Vincent’s side, asking gently, "President Vance, don’t you like the coffee?"

Vincent glanced at her, suddenly put down his pen, and beckoned to her with a finger. Brianna, full of hope, eagerly walked over and plopped onto Vincent’s lap.

"Shall I feed you?" Vincent gazed deeply into Brianna’s eyes as he asked.

He said this while bringing the coffee to Brianna’s lips, speaking sweet words: "You’ve been with me for many years, and have been diligent. Rest assured, I see your hard work."

Vincent motioned for Brianna to drink the coffee, but her face turned terribly pale. Once happily sitting on Vincent’s lap, she suddenly sprang off in fright.

"President Vance, no, I... I’m not worthy of drinking your coffee?" Brianna quickly waved her hands in a fluster, refusing.

Vincent feigned ignorance, sipping the coffee at his lips: "It seems you’re still a bit uptight. If that’s the case, go home early. When you’re ready, I’ll find you for help again."

"President Vance, I..." Clearly unwilling to give up, Brianna looked at Vincent’s face, stammering, "President Vance, I can do it..."

"Get out!" Vincent’s face turned cold as he harshly ordered Brianna.

Seeing his mind was made up, Brianna didn’t dare insist. As she turned, she cast a strange look at the cup of coffee in Vincent’s hand.

As she closed the door, Brianna distinctly saw Vincent savoring the coffee.

A strange smile slowly crept onto her lips. As long as Vincent drank that cup of coffee, everything would...

After Brianna left, Vincent quickly spat out the coffee in his mouth, grabbed some water to rinse his mouth thoroughly, ensuring no taste remained. Then he swiftly poured the coffee into the sink.

Watching the yellow-brown liquid slowly wash away, Vincent couldn’t help but frown.

"Jacob Jennings, help me investigate someone."

...

At dinner time, Miller knocked on the door, calling May Morgan down to eat. May, worried that Maxwell Vance hadn’t left, quietly asked Miller if Maxwell had gone.

May hadn’t left her room all day, staying in the bedroom because, one, she wasn’t feeling well and didn’t want to move, and two, just thinking about that wretched woman outside put her in a foul mood.

Miller apologetically told May: "Miss Maxwell said she wanted to leave, but the master wouldn’t let her. He said Adam Owens was still mad, and if she went back, she would surely get beaten again."

Hearing Maxwell hadn’t left, May was about to burst with anger: "It’s her own fault she got beaten, why is she staying at my house?"

Seeing May’s loud outburst, Miller quickly covered her mouth, softly reminding her: "Young Madam, you can’t say things like that recklessly. No matter how you look at it, this is the Vance Family’s territory. You’re actually the outsider here, aren’t you?"

What Miller said was true, and hearing it, May felt a lump in her throat and sat back on the bed in a huff: "I’m not eating. Tell Vincent that I’ll eat when his sister leaves."

"Young Madam, why put yourself through this? You’re only hurting yourself. If you really get sick, it’s you who’ll be in pain. The young miss will still eat and drink as she pleases, she might even secretly enjoy seeing you unhappy."

Miller’s words caused May to see reason. Indeed, why should she make herself suffer or starve just because of her?

"Right, why shouldn’t I eat? If I don’t eat, Maxwell will be even happier." May exhaled a deep breath, got up, and went out to eat.

Going downstairs, she saw Maxwell already sitting eagerly at the dining table, eating. Perhaps because she was pregnant, the chef had prepared a special meal just for her.

Before entering the dining room, May felt a chill sweep over her back, causing her to sit up straight, not daring to eat.

May, quite satisfied with Maxwell’s reaction, slowly walked past her and glanced at her special pregnancy meal.

"You really have some nerve. Aren’t you afraid I’d put something in your food to get rid of your child?" May sneered, deliberately provoking Maxwell.

Maxwell awkwardly swallowed her bite of food, putting on a brave face as she said, "You wouldn’t dare. Besides, this is my brother’s house. The chef listens to him, not you."

"Is that so? So that’s why you’re eating so comfortably?" May reached out and touched Maxwell’s stomach, not using much force, but enough to scare her nearly to tears.

The terrifying scene from the morning, when she slapped the thick mahogany table and it cracked, was still fresh in Maxwell’s mind.

"What are you doing? Don’t touch my baby!" As soon as May’s hand touched her, Maxwell scrambled off her chair, retreating in fear.

"Don’t worry, I’m not stupid enough to openly get rid of your child. Otherwise, I’d end up in jail, wouldn’t I? I don’t have a brother who can help me destroy evidence." May mocked Vincent along with her sarcastic remark.