My Rise and My Ex's Fall (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 686

As long as Vincent still existed in this world, Eugene would find him.

Money could be earned again.

But this provocation would not be ignored.

Vincent had chosen the wrong enemy.

Eugene would make sure he understood the price.

Chloe.

Wait for him.

It would not be long.

He would find her and bring her home openly, with everyone watching.

...

On the island.

Another loss report was delivered to Vincent.

"Master, the branch is asking for instructions. They want to counterattack. Their losses have already exceeded 100 million dollars. If we continue to avoid direct conflict, the entire branch may be dismantled."

Vincent's expression turned cold at once.

"If they want to be dismantled that badly, then let them be dismantled."

"Cut off every connection with that branch and withdraw the remaining people."

The subordinate froze.

For a moment, he thought he had misheard.

What kind of master would abandon his own branch like that?

Once the remaining people were withdrawn, the branch leader would be left to fall with the branch.

That would only hasten their end.

"Master, actually, the branch..."

Vincent's eyes turned colder.

"Was my order unclear?"

The subordinate lowered his head.

He did not dare continue.

"Yes, Master."

After the subordinate left, Vincent's face remained icy.

Eugene was attacking him so openly for one reason.

He wanted to force Vincent out.

Several branches had already been hit.

Yet Vincent had no intention of giving Eugene the response he wanted.

Right now, the wedding mattered more than anything else.

This wedding had to be special.

More than ten wedding dresses had been delivered.

Each gown had been paired with matching jewelry.

Everything had already been sent to Chloe's room.

The report from his people made Vincent somewhat expectant.

He wanted to see Chloe's reaction.

He wanted to know which dress she would choose.

In his mind, no matter how cold she acted, she would still have to pick one and wear it.

Vincent went to her room himself.

Before entering, he had already imagined the scene.

Chloe would be trying on different gowns.

Perhaps she would be unable to decide.

Perhaps, after seeing so many choices, she would even ask for his opinion.

After all, he was the man she would be marrying.

But the moment Vincent stepped inside, his face darkened.

The dress boxes were still there.

Not one had been opened.

Everything remained exactly as it had been delivered.

"Where is she?" Vincent asked the Shade beside him.

The Shade lowered her voice.

"Clo is upstairs. She is trying on a wedding dress."

Vincent's eyes narrowed.

Trying on a wedding dress should have been good news.

So why did the Shade look so frightened?

Compared with the dresses downstairs, any one of which could be placed in an auction, this dress was not even worth mentioning.

Vincent stood there, anger slowly rising in his chest.

Chloe, however, stood before the mirror and looked at herself calmly.

The curve of the dress was simple, but it suited her.

A satisfied smile appeared on her face.

Then Vincent appeared in the mirror.

The smile vanished.

Her expression became calm again.

So calm that it was almost cold.

She did not even want to waste one more expression on him.

Vincent walked forward.

"This dress doesn't suit you."

His tone was light, but displeasure hid beneath it.

"Any gown downstairs would be better than this."

Chloe answered without turning around.

"I like this one."

"That's enough."

Then she added, "If you don't like it, we can cancel the wedding."

He was the one who insisted on this wedding.

She had already agreed to cooperate.

What more did he want?

If he insisted on pushing further, she had only one response left for him.

She would send him to hell with her own hands.

Vincent said nothing.

He stood behind her and looked at her through the mirror.

Their gazes met in the reflection.

Chloe hated the way he looked at her.

Without another word, she turned and prepared to leave.