Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 80: Mason Morgan Is a Major Suspect

May Morgan thought that this man’s mind was filled with nothing but indecent scenes. If she continued talking to him, she might go crazy. She hurriedly shook off Vincent Vance’s big paw, quickly grabbed her clothes, and ran to the floor to get dressed, afraid he’d pounce again.

Having worn May out twice, Vincent, despite having the stamina, didn’t dare to go hard at it again. She was his only wife, and if he truly ruined things, where would he go to cry?

"Don’t worry, hubby won’t touch you this time. Come here." Vincent sat up slightly, found a pillow to lean against the headboard, and then extended his hand to May as a gesture for her to come over.

May rolled her eyes at him and quickly put on the last piece of clothing, planning to make a break for it.

"You’re leaving? If you leave today, even if you plead with me on your knees later, I won’t tell you what the good news is." Seeing the little girl had already opened the door, just a step away from slipping out, Vincent leisurely spoke from behind her.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, May was momentarily stunned. But she didn’t come back immediately. Instead, with a face full of doubt, she turned her head to look at him and asked, "What good news?"

Vincent pointed to his face, signaling for her to come over and give him a kiss: "Kiss me, and I’ll tell you."

"..."

May swiftly snapped her cold face over, not moving.

Kiss you? Hmph, you big pervert, if I kiss you, I might be devoured with nothing left of me.

"It’s about grandma’s case. If you don’t want to know, then forget it."

Vincent raised an eyebrow and deliberately spoke with disdain.

May froze for a second, then quickly ran up to him and planted a big kiss on his cheek, "Is this enough?"

Vincent arrogantly crossed his arms and snorted, "Not sincere enough."

"What more do you want?" May was so mad she almost jumped up. If she wasn’t outmatched, she’d really want to punch that arrogant face of his flat and then squash it back into shape.

A kiss needs to be like this to be sincere."

Vincent suddenly reached out, grabbing May’s small head and pressing his heated lips to hers.

May sat dazedly at the head of the bed, letting Vincent hold and kiss her for a full minute before, quite awkwardly, she asked, "Satisfied? Now, can you tell me about my grandma’s case?"

With a face darkened, Vincent glared at her, unhappily saying, "I’ve worked so hard, and there’s not a single touching thought in your head?"

May disdainfully wiped away the saliva on her lips that was still from him: "Touched by what? You didn’t even brush your teeth!"

"Get lost!" Vincent’s face was a spectacle not to be believed, thinking himself a dignified young master of the Vance Family, if not charming, at least hard to attain, yet consistently rejected by this dead girl. Which blind eye did he use to fall for her?

"I’m not leaving, just tell me about my grandma, and I’ll disappear from your sight immediately, no second thoughts." May looked seriously at Vincent, her voice suddenly turning grave.

Vincent glanced at her, knowing her grandma’s matter was her heart’s knot, and sighed softly before switching from teasing to a serious tone: "The DNA test results of the person who claimed to have killed your grandma came back. Director Lawson said it doesn’t match, and they’ve already discovered a million dollars of unexplained funds in her account, deposited when she turned herself in a few days ago."

Saying this, Vincent inadvertently lifted his eyes to give May a somber look before speaking again: "Do you know whose account deposited this million to that woman?"

May tightened her fingers, her face full of tension as she asked Vincent, "Who?"

"It’s... your father!"

What? Mason Morgan?

At that moment, May felt the world spinning, her mind a blur. She only regained herself in Vincent’s arms after a while.

"May, I know it’s hard for you to accept this, but the facts the police found are as they are. I don’t think your father killed your grandma. Maybe it was your sister, and your father paid someone to take the fall to protect her."

May took a deep breath, trying hard to appear calm. She pushed Vincent away and struggled to stand up from his embrace.

"No matter who killed my grandma, this grudge, I will avenge."

At that moment, May bit her teeth, almost forcing herself to swear to Vincent.

Ever since she could remember, she seldom saw her dad, let alone that woman. So when it came to family, it was practically cut off. Her only relatives were her mom and grandma. With her mom gone, her grandma became her family. Whoever killed her family, she’d fight tooth and nail with them.

"I understand. I’m helping you, you know? Yesterday’s business deal went very well. In less than two days, the Vance Clan will return to my control. This time, I won’t hand it over to anyone. Your grandma’s revenge, I’ll help you seek it."

Vincent held May tightly, planting a firm kiss on her forehead, solemnly promising her: "I said, your business is my business. Your grandma’s revenge is also my revenge."

May clenched her fist, hiding in Vincent’s arms, complicated emotions swirling as she said to him, "If this involves Mason Morgan, then I’m sorry, I won’t let him get away with it."

"Mm, I understand you. I know what to do."

Vincent wasn’t so saintly either. He witnessed May’s grandma’s tragic death. Such a benevolent elder unexpectedly suffered such a horrific fate. Of course, he couldn’t swallow this bitter pill.

More importantly, May’s grandma’s death wasn’t just an isolated case. This was Melanie Morgan flaunting her grandfather’s influence and provoking him further. In other words, Melanie is now her grandpa’s lackey. If Vincent chose to stay silent, even greater and more dangerous retaliation would follow.

After breakfast, May suggested to Vincent that they go to Crestwood to see the female prisoner and, by the way, ask Director Lawson if this situation warranted the arrest of her father, Mason Morgan.

Vincent didn’t dare let May go out. He simply made a phone call, letting May connect with Director Lawson. Coincidentally, Director Lawson was hesitating on getting her opinion because her father was involved. She, however, took the initiative to call.

"Don’t consider any other factors. A life for a life, a debt for a debt. If my father truly did such a ruthless thing, I only ask the law to judge him harshly." May spoke decisively to Director Lawson, almost without a second thought.