"Vernon, did your girlfriend prepare your suit?" Vincent asked out of curiosity, but his little brother looked surprised when asked.
"Why did you ask, Big bro?"
"Just answer me, did your girlfriend prepare your suit?"
"Yes, she did," Vernon replied.
"Huh… I didn't know that your girlfriend has the same taste as my wife," Vincent said lightly, but his expression darkened, and his eyes grew cold while staring at his little brother. "Vernon, you're not the one who hides my wife and daughter, aren't you?"
"Ehh, why did you think like that, Big bro?"
"Easy, the color selection, the tie, shoes, even your cufflinks, all of them are very much Chloe's style of picking my working outfit," Vincent said, listing everything he discovered.
"I don't know whether it's a coincidence, or you have decided to hide my wife and daughter for whatever reason…." Vincent smirked maliciously at his little brother. "But you know I have no pity for a traitor, right?'
Vernon's eyes widened for a split second before he resumed his dumb expression. He didn't expect his Big brother to be so meticulous and observant that he noticed even the smallest thing in his body.
'He is a lot more dangerous than I expected,' Vernon thought. He got a little intimidated after knowing he had roused suspicion from his Big brother.
He didn't want to mess this up, not when he was already in the progress of toppling his Big brother.
Thus, Vernon quickly calmed his accelerating heartbeat and replied, "Um, this would be a little embarrassing to explain, Big bro…."
"What do you mean embarrassing? Tell me."
"You see… When I was a kid until I grew up to be a teenager, who was the one who dressed me up on almost every formal occasion?"
"That would be… Chloe," Vincent replied.
"Yes, she is the one who usually dresses me up in every formal party and even when we're going on a trip. So I got used to following her style," Vernon replied. "I told my girlfriend about a few things that I like to wear when I'm working, the ones that fit my style, and she listened to me, that's why she prepared this style."
"Does this remind you of sister-in-law? I'm so sorry, Big bro…."
Vernon looked genuinely remorseful when he mentioned Chloe, making Vincent a little annoyed because it gave off the idea that Vernon sympathized with him not being able to keep his wife on the leash.
"Don't say sorry, I'm not that sad just because she left," Vincent said. "I was just suspicious because it looked like you wore something that might have been prepared by her."
"But this is prepared by my girlfriend—"
"Yeah, sorry for suspecting you, Vernon," Vincent apologized, which was something he rarely did.
He sighed and leaned on the chair, "About the project, make sure that you casted the right star for it. I don't care about the budget, you can even hire the latest heartthrob if you want, just tell me how much you need."
"Okay, Big bro!"
Vernon was relieved that his Big bro finally let go of his suspicion towards him. When facing the Master of Gray family, Vernon had to be careful not to make mistakes because a small mistake would cost him either his life, career, family, or all at once.
After they were done discussing the project, Vincent invited Vernon to eat brunch outside.
"Why don't we eat here instead? I'm sure you have plenty of chefs in the kitchen, right?" Vernon asked. He remembered that Gray's mansion had many chefs when he was a kid, and none of them could make him something satisfying, which always got him mad because he was always craving homemade food these days.
"Those chefs are trash, they can't even make a simple soup. Let's just eat outside," Vincent said.
"Okay, we can use my car, Big bro!"
Thus, Vincent and Vernon went for brunch, and they decided to go to one of the golf courses privately owned by the Gray family.
Both were skilled in many sports they picked up as they grew up. But Vincent was better in golf, while Vernon was better in horse riding.
After the score was settled, Vernon sighed and wiped the sweat off his forehead, "I can't beat you in golf, Big bro. You're too good."
Vincent smiled and patted his little brother's shoulder, "I'm always good with golf. But I don't think I can beat you when it comes to horse riding, or maybe archery as well."
"Hahah, yeah, those two are my forte!" Vernon puffed his chest proudly.
Vincent checked the time, "It's already three. Let's return."
"Okay!"
Vincent and Vernon hopped on the golf buggy. Vincent was the one who drove the caddy. They could bring a few sexy caddies with them, and Vincent would usually be the one who would be pleased to see a few ladies accompanying their golfing session.
But for an unknown reason, he said he didn't need a caddy, so only the brothers were on the golf course.
Unable to contain his curiosity, Vernon finally asked, "Big bro, it's rare to see you not being surrounded with women, or at least one beautiful lady. Did something happen?"
…
Vincent went silent for a while. Honestly, he also didn't know what went wrong with him. Obviously, he could sleep with any woman he wanted, and he could do it in his mansion without giving a single fuck to anyone since his wife and daughter had left him.
But he simply didn't feel like it.
Even with Priscilla— whom he took as his safety condom whenever he wanted to have raw sex, he simply didn't have the urge to do it right now.
"I'm just busy," Vincent said. "My mind has been occupied with work, and my wife and daughter's disappearance. I also have to manage the mansion and all the maids there. I'm way too busy to have fun."
"Though…" Vincent chuckled as he continued driving the buggy. "If you want to have fun, I can ask two sexy caddies to accompany us."
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