"Why would you blame me for something I can't control, Big bro? It's not my fault that you become a laughing stock!" Vernon protested.
Vincent's veins instantly popped out when Vernon called him a laughing stock. He got up from his chair and walked around the desk to approach Vernon.
Vincent stood in front of Vernon, who was still sitting on the sofa. He looked down at him and asked, "What did you say just now?"
pαndα`noν?1--сoМ Vernon clicked his tongue, "I said, it's not my fault that you become a laughing stock, Big bro!"
"You--!" Vincent raised his hand and swung it towards Vernon, intending to slap his stupid Little brother for mocking him.
But Vernon caught his wrist with one hand effortlessly, which shocked Vincent. He used to get what he wanted and abused whoever he thought to be irritating. There was no history of someone trying to fight back.
So he was petrified when Vernon caught his hand and got up from the chair.
Vernon was ten centimeters taller than his Big bro, so he looked down at him. Vincent was surprised when Vernon suddenly lost all of the meekness and childish enthusiasm that he usually showed in front of him.
Vernon looked at him as if Vincent was a stranger that he could beat anytime he wanted. There was anger brewing in Vernon's eyes, something that Vincent wasn't used to.
"How dare you look at me like that? I am your Big brother!" Vincent raised his other hand and launched a fist at him. But Vernon simply brushed it off with his other palm and grabbed his Big bro's collar.
Vernon yanked him when Vincent staggered out of shock, "Listen, you piece of shit," Vernon said without an ounce of warmth in his voice. "I've done what you want, and I did it according to your instruction. I'm not some weakling you can bully just because you're my Big brother. Why do I need to care about you because of that stupid mistake you made?"
"I made no mistake!" Vincent yelled. He tried to push himself away from Vernon, but he didn't expect his Little brother to be so strong.
"Really? Heh--," Vernon scoffed. "Weren't you the one who told me that you slept with so many women outside to the point that you already lost count? What guarantees that you're not sleeping with this one, Big bro? I mean, you basically dipped your dick to every woman you met, you may have no standard at all."
"BASTARD!" Vincent snapped. He struggled. He tried to punch Vernon's chest as hard as he could, but Vernon didn't even seem to get hurt by his punch. "I HAVE STANDARD! I WON'T FUCK AN UGLY BITCH LIKE HER!"
"Oh really? Weren't you the one who said that my sister-in-law Chloe is an ugly bitch? But didn't you fuck her? Didn't you have a daughter with her?" Vernon scoffed. He was trying his best to suppress his anger. He couldn't help to clench Vincent's collar tighter when they talked about Chloe.
Vincent was at a loss for a while. He also didn't understand his own feelings.
He kept saying that Chloe was ugly, whether she was fat or super thin. But deep down, he knew he'd still want her to be by his side no matter what.
'But why do I keep saying she's ugly?' Vincent wondered.
Vincent was dazed for a while as he had difficulty processing his own conflicting thoughts.
Vernon scoffed and released his collar. Vincent lost his balance and fell on the glass coffee table. The glass table was shattered upon impact, giving cuts all over Vincent's palms.
"Argh, fuck!" Vincent cursed as he felt some of the glass shards pierce his palms. He tried to get up, but Vernon stepped on his chest and looked down at him as if he was looking at a piece of dog shit.
"Remember, big brother. I want to work with you because you also give me profit and connections. Doesn't mean that I will tolerate getting beaten by you," Vernon said. "You have no power over me."
Vincent gritted his teeth, "YOU BASTARD! I CAN CRUSH YOUR COMPANY EASILY! YOU WILL RETURN TO ME BEGGING FOR YOUR COMPANY TO BE SAVED!"
Vernon grinned, "You should see the reality, Big bro. Your company is unstable right now because of your own stupidity. I have no reason to fear you anymore."
Vernon pressed his big brother harder with his shoes until some glass shard pierced his back. He screamed in agony, but Vernon didn't even pity him because he knew Vincent had done much worse than this to Chloe.
In fact, he couldn't wait to slit his Big brother's throat to finally avenge all he did to Chloe.
But he knew the repercussions of doing so. He didn't want to spend his life being a fugitive when he had already planned a beautiful life with Chloe and their children.
Thus, Vernon acted like a meek young man who was so smitten by his Big brother's awesomeness that he let his guard down. But now that they were finally on equal terms in business and influence, he didn't need to be so nice to him anymore.
In fact, he had been waiting for this moment to happen. Just looking at his Big brother being so helpless against him was like a dream come true.
"YOU--TREACHEROUS BASTARD! I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU FOR DISOBEYING ME! ARGH! MY SKIN!" The more Vincent struggled, the harder Vernon pressed his chest with his shoes. Thus, Vincent finally gave up once he realized he'd actually made some deep cuts if he dared to continue struggling.
Thus, he stayed still. With his chest heaved, he looked up at Vernon, who was still looking down on him with so much disgust in his eyes, "Listen, Vincent Gray. I am not your dog anymore. So don't you fucking dare to lay your hands on me, understand?"
Vincent wanted to argue because he knew he had more power than his Little bro.
But he didn't want to kill himself over this. He'd rather teach Vernon a lesson later.
So he could only nod, much to Vernon's satisfaction.
He lifted his shoes from Vincent's chest and said, "Good, know your place, Big bro."
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