Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 307: She Must Never See This

Justin Grant’s words were enlightening, cultured, and profound, making the listeners feel comfortable, and there was no reason to argue against them.

May Morgan tightly held the card he had given her and finally nodded: "Thank you, Uncle Grant, for your kind offer. I will stay with Victor Grant wholeheartedly."

Seeing May nod, Victor felt relieved and immediately grabbed May’s small hand, kissed it by his lips, and promised his parents: "Dad, Mom, don’t worry. I will only be good to May. If I ever dare to do anything to wrong her, you can break my legs!"

Heather Holt rolled her eyes at her son, deliberately putting pressure on him: "Breaking your legs is all? Let me tell you, from this moment, May is not only my daughter-in-law, she is like my own daughter, my real daughter. If you dare to treat her badly, believe me, I will beat you until you can’t take care of yourself!"

Victor twitched his lips and looked at Heather Holt speechlessly: "Mom, am I picked up from the trash?"

Justin Grant coughed and joked at the right moment: "Not quite, you were given to me by the game merchant."

This family...

During lunch, Heather Holt began discussing wedding plans with May because she knew May still had a father alive. Heather wanted to ask May if she wanted to invite her father to the wedding.

May thought of the already insane Mason Morgan and hesitated while holding her chopsticks: "Better not. My dad’s mental state isn’t very good lately, and I fear it might embarrass you."

Heather Holt didn’t care about embarrassment—as for their family’s influence, a mere cough and the national media would follow their lead—who dares to mock them?

She just felt that such a big event as a wedding, if the bride’s parents didn’t attend, might leave May with some regrets.

"No need to worry about that, nationwide media looks up to our family, who dares to say anything? I’ll make their boss step down, I just feel you might have regrets if none of your family comes." Heather Holt carefully glanced at May, but seeing her still with her head down, not speaking, fearing she might have said the wrong thing, she quickly added: "Of course, if you don’t want your dad to come, then let’s just forget it."

Victor knew about May’s background, and seeing her unwilling to speak, he knew his mom had said too much, so he hurried to smooth things over: "Mom, aren’t we having a Western-style wedding? Why bother with these formalities?"

"It’s okay, Victor, I’ll visit my dad this afternoon, and if he’s better, I’ll invite him over."

Not wanting to make things difficult for everyone, May quickly looked up to tell Victor.

Actually, she had a slight urge to see her father, not because she particularly missed the man, but because deep down, there seemed to be a strange voice implying she must pay her father a visit.

After lunch, Victor drove May back to Silverwood City to see Mason Morgan. Because today was Vincent Vance’s wedding, to avoid awkwardness, he intentionally drove from the south of the city to the west side to visit Mason Morgan, avoiding the Zenith Villa area altogether.

Naturally, May knew nothing about what was happening at Zenith Villa.

However, as they were returning to the city, they encountered many police cars and ambulances on their route, and those vehicles were headed directly towards Zenith Villa.

Victor immediately saw something was up and hurriedly turned the steering wheel to bypass those police cars. Seeing Victor making a bit of a detour, May asked him, "Don’t you know the way? Why keep circling around?"

Victor quickly explained to May: "I’m a bit unfamiliar with the roads here."

May glanced at Victor, understanding why he was detouring, and sighed as she said, "I know Vincent is marrying Brianna White today, so you don’t want me to see anything that might be unpleasant, right?"

Victor chuckled and gently touched May’s cheek, reassuring her: "I’m glad you understand."

The car quickly arrived at the sanatorium where Mason Morgan was staying. Victor dropped May off to see Mason Morgan but didn’t follow her in. Instead, he turned back to a hidden spot and dialed a call to his subordinate in Silverwood City.

Earlier, so many police cars and ambulances had been dispatched, clearly heading towards Zenith Villa. Today was Vincent’s wedding to Brianna White—where were those police cars and ambulances going? Was the wedding site perhaps bombed?

"Carter, I just saw lots of police cars and ambulances on the street. What major incident happened in Silverwood City?"

Deploying so many police cars and ambulances means either a factory building has been bombed, or Vincent’s Zenith Villa has been attacked; otherwise, why such a massive response?

The subordinate called Carter hurriedly answered Victor’s inquiry: "Boss, you might not know yet, but there’s a serious incident at Vincent’s Zenith Villa!"

As expected!

Victor frowned and urgently asked further: "What exactly happened? Tell me in detail."

Carter also heard about it, not witnessing it personally, but the issue with Zenith Villa had already spread loudly, known throughout the city. Had Vincent not used his power to suppress the media, it would likely be national news by now.

"I also just heard, during Vincent’s wedding, the bride died. Besides, many strange things happened. Lots of his family’s bodyguards and servants were dead, but I’m not sure how. Oh, and Arthur Vance apparently died on the spot too."

"What? Arthur Vance also died?"

Hearing about Arthur Vance’s death made Victor’s heart skip a beat. He never imagined something so significant would occur on Vincent’s wedding day.

Who could have done this? Besides Victor, who else had such a vendetta against Vincent to dare to kill at his wedding and take so many lives?

"Yes, he died, according to my subordinates, it was instantly fatal. Even Vincent’s wife died. They say her death was gruesome, turning into a dry corpse instantly. Those collecting her body almost vomited."

The more Victor listened, the more he felt something was off about this situation. Brianna White, he had seen—she was a worthless person, should have died long ago. But why die so horrifically? Instantly turning into a dry corpse? Isn’t this just a wild rumor?

Victor felt restless, pacing around the entrance several times, with many thoughts racing in his mind. Finally, he fixed his gaze on the door of Mason Morgan’s room.