Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 243: Forcing Her to Leave

May Morgan reached out and pulled Miller, wanting to help her up from the ground. Miller was of such an age and shouldn’t have to kneel to young men like Vincent Vance and Maxwell Vance.

"Miller, get up. I haven’t dismissed you yet. How can you just go?" May tugged at Miller, but Miller didn’t dare to actually stand up.

Because she knew who ultimately called the shots in this house.

Although the older master dearly loved the young mistress, even the deepest love could grow thin, like now, when Vincent could bring the woman who forced her way in back home, it was enough to show that his affection for May had diminished.

"Just because you say she shouldn’t leave, she won’t leave? Are you going to pay her salary?" Maxwell rolled her eyes and sneered.

May didn’t respond to her but instead held Miller’s arm while staring at Vincent’s face. "Miller has taken great care of me. I wouldn’t get used to anyone else."

"Then both of you can get out of here!" May’s tone was pleading, but it was met with Vincent’s cold rebuke.

May’s body stiffened, her stubborn face ultimately filled with grit and hatred, and a final test: ’Vincent, say that again, I dare you.’

Perhaps the burning resentment in May’s eyes was so intense that Vincent somewhat couldn’t bear it.

"If you want Miller to stay, then go and take the punishment for her, or else she’ll be kicked out now!" Steeling his heart, Vincent’s face turned cold, deliberately setting a difficult condition for May.

Miller’s family was really struggling, and May knew that. Moreover, May didn’t have the money to help her, so the best solution was to yield and let Miller stay.

Although this was obviously Vincent deliberately making things difficult for her.

"Fine. As long as you let Miller stay, I’ll do as you say." May bit her lip and said firmly to Vincent.

Vincent pointed to the pitch-dark night outside: "I remember you used to be afraid of the dark, right? Go stand at the villa’s entrance, and without my order, you’re not allowed to come inside." 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Tonight, the night sky was moonless, with thick, dark clouds overhead. It seemed like rain was going to fall any moment, and if May were to stand outside and it rained, what then?

Miller was terrified and crawled to Vincent’s feet, pleading with him earnestly: "Young master, you can’t do this. It’s going to rain outside, and the young mistress just had a small operation; her body is still weak. What if she gets caught in the rain and falls ill later on?"

Before Vincent could speak, Maxwell joined in the commotion with enthusiasm: ’Isn’t she very strong? What’s a little rain? Since she’s admitting defeat, she shouldn’t act so high and mighty in front of us.’

Knowing the root of the issue was with Maxwell, Miller crawled to Maxwell’s feet, clutching her pants and pleading with her: ’Young lady, you can’t say that. If it weren’t for you putting something in the young mistress’s food...’

"Miller, you talk too much!" Before Miller could finish her sentence, Vincent suddenly scolded her harshly.

Miller was so frightened that she shivered and swallowed the rest of her words, while Maxwell kicked Miller with a look of disdain, directly knocking her to the floor.

"Enough!" May hurriedly bent down to help Miller up from the ground, retorting angrily: ’Aren’t you all just bullying us? Miller, come with me, I’ll support you.’

Hearing that May wanted to take her away, Miller hesitated immediately. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust May; she just didn’t have the means to leave.

Working at Zenith Villa for a month would bring in at least ten thousand in income, and if May truly left Vincent, she couldn’t possibly offer such a high salary.

Moreover, it wasn’t that she was greedy for money, it’s just that her husband was still in the hospital for long-term care, and she couldn’t afford to be willful.

"Young mistress, I appreciate your kindness, but I can’t lose this job. If I lose my income, my husband will just have to wait to die in the hospital." Miller wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes and said helplessly.

May also knew of Miller’s situation; she really couldn’t lose this job. Hardening her heart, May turned and walked towards the door.

"Young mistress, where are you going?" Miller cried out in fear as she saw May turning to leave.

"I’ll go out and help you keep this job." May coldly left this remark before opening the door and walking out.

Seeing May leave, Maxwell proudly flattered Vincent: ’Brother, you should have treated her like this earlier. Let’s see if she’ll dare to be so arrogant in the future?’

As Maxwell’s triumphant gaze landed on Vincent’s face, she was scared into retreat by his ice-cold expression.

Though Vincent said nothing, she could tell he wasn’t too pleased with May taking the initiative to go out for punishment.

Brianna White, seeing this, quickly clung to Vincent’s arm with a charming demeanor: ’President Vance, are you tired? Should I help you upstairs?’

"Alright!" Vincent moved his lips and, as he got up to go upstairs, suddenly turned and instructed the servant by his side, "Keep track of the time, don’t let her in even a minute early."

The servant glanced at the dreary weather outside and sighed a bit before asking Vincent, "Young master, it’s going to rain soon. What if it starts raining, what will happen to the young mistress?"

Vincent’s expression shifted slightly, but his tone remained cold: ’Then give her an umbrella, but don’t let her in until the time is up.’

"Understood..." the servant replied softly.

Brianna White escorted Vincent upstairs and quickly brought him to the bedroom. As she helped Vincent onto the bed, she didn’t immediately withdraw her hand.

Her eyes flickered slightly as she focused on Vincent’s handsome face. With some greed, she leaned her lips towards him.

Seeing Brianna White trying to kiss him, Vincent hurriedly turned to avoid her lips.

Unwilling to give up, Brianna placed her hand on Vincent’s shoulder, shaking it slightly, as she gently tested him: ’President Vance, should I help you take off your jacket?’

With no response from Vincent, Brianna White repeated her offer. Vincent continued to ignore her, pretending to be asleep. Seeing this, Brianna White finally smiled contentedly.

She reached out to stroke Vincent’s startlingly handsome face, a light of infatuation flashing in her eyes.

"Even though you once treated me like that, I still love you. How can I not when you’re so exceptional, so handsome?"

Brianna White’s tone suddenly changed, no longer demure but rather resentful and angry. Vincent knew this was her true voice, the voice of that woman.

Indeed, faces can change, but the voice can’t be disguised.

In fact, from the first time he saw Brianna White in the office, from the first words she spoke, he had already suspected her true identity. But for now, he couldn’t expose her.

Keeping this woman had an ultimate purpose.