Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister novel Chapter 1969

Seeing her insistence, Vincent did not say more, he nodded gently, straightened up and looked around the table at all the people, his wandering gaze finally fell on the faces of Mr. Wilson and Nina, a slightly eased face, instantly became cold again.

Gathering his gentle attitude towards Daisy, Vincent paced forward, the sound of the floor clashing with his leather shoes was particularly harsh and loud in the quiet compartment.

His footsteps stopped in front of Mr. Wilson's face, with an unpredictable emotion in his expression and a storm brewing under his eyes.

The people in the room held their breath, only to hear Vincent said: "I did not bother with you before, you have become more and more reckless, is it? "

Vincent's tone was light, and if it weren't for the oppressive aura around him, you might think he was just talking to you.

However, it was clear to everyone in the room that Vincent was pushing Alan to the edge of the cliff and was ready to kick him out at any moment.

"No, it's not like that, Mr. Watts!"

Alan at this moment where there is still the posture of the executive, his face full of cross flesh scurrying around in fear, can not even make an expression to win sympathy, can only feebly deny.

Giving a soft giggle, Vincent's cool gaze rubbed inch by inch across Alan's face as he casually swept the wine from the table, picking it all up very quickly.

Standing aside Alan sea did not understand Vincent to do, a bottle of high white wine instantly handed to their own front.

He lifted his face and found Vincent staring at him with unblinking eyes, and his eyes hastily lowered.

"See all the remaining wine here, drink up, today's matter will be written off, drink up, shares handed over, get lost."

Vincent said incomparably direct, there is no room to turn around, Alan was stunned, looking at the dozen bottles of white wine on the table could not help but shiver, if you really drink it all, this will definitely be exactly in the poisoned death of ah.

"Mr. Watts ...... me ......"

"Drink up, I'm here to watch you drink, the rest of you can disperse if you're okay, and I'll sign this contract for you."

Seeing Vincent's casual posture as a big boss, but with a firm intention to protect Daisy in his eyes, many people in the crew passed by and congratulated Daisy on finding a good companion when they left and passed by her.

For this reason Daisy felt helpless and had to keep explaining the relationship between the two in a low voice, stressing that they were just friends as teenagers.

No matter how they go about thinking, they can't just acquiesce in public, after all, she doesn't want Vincent's light to overshadow something.

Hearing Daisy's explanation, Max, who was sitting next to her, obviously didn't believe it. He raised his eyebrows and raised his voice in surprise: "Are you just friends from your youth, how do I look like that at all?"

His sentence was a little loud, and by the time Max reacted, the eyes of the crowd had converged on him.

Vincent, who was standing not far away, heard the same, he did not have any ripples on his complexion, as early as before he was used to this external statement of Daisy, compared to his indifference, it was Nina who looked unbelievable and stared at Daisy viciously.

Nina stood in a daze, her eyes widening in disbelief, her gaze falling on the handsome and cold face, a chill rising from the soles of her feet to her heart.

It turns out that this is what Vincent sees in himself, not a man, not a woman, not to mention beautiful, just a smelly rag.

Seeing her lost in thought, Daisy's heart has no joy or sorrow, her footsteps calmly walked up, she looked at Nina a mute look, heart only felt some funny.

She thought that all men in the world should submit to her charm, and today when she heard such a cold and decisive comment from Vincent, there was no doubt that a knife was thrust directly into her proud heart.

"It's late, Mr. Wilson better finish your drink and hurry up to hold the beauty for a spring night."

Daisy looked at the hilarity and laughed out loud, her contemptuous gaze sweeping past the faces of Alan and Nina, a life in which she also finally let Nina taste a little bit of pain.

Hearing Daisy's sneer, Alan's fat face quivered as he looked at the dozen or so bottles of wine left on the table, and his heart was undoubtedly faint.

There is no way out, even if it is completely faceless, he can not drink to death here.

So, with his heart in his mouth, he actually knelt directly in front of Daisy and Vincent, which made those who hadn't left yet clamor.

"Mr. Watts, Miss Thompson, I was too reckless before, please give me a break, I will never appear in front of your eyes again!"