Chapter 7 - The Living Room
Vincent didn't say another word to Sofia. He didn't need to.
He turned around and marched out of the master bedroom, his dark suit jacket billowing behind him. He stalked down the grand, sweeping staircase, his expensive leather shoes making no sound on the carpeted steps.
He walked into the massive, sunlit living room.
Gregory, the estate manager, was sitting comfortably on a velvet sofa, sipping a cup of expensive coffee. He was in his late 60s, wearing a tailored suit that he definitely couldn't afford on his salary.
"Ah, Mr. Vincent," Gregory smiled smoothly, setting the coffee cup down. "Did you find the watch? I told you that new maid couldn't be trusted. You should let me fire her."
Vincent didn't slow down. He didn't ask questions.
With terrifying, blinding speed, Vincent crossed the room. He grabbed Gregory by the lapels of his suit and violently hauled the older man up from the velvet sofa. He slammed Gregory incredibly hard against the expensive mahogany bookshelf.
Gregory gasped, his eyes wide in sudden, absolute terror. "Sir! What are you doing?!"
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"You cut the brake lines on a 1996 Mercedes sedan," Vincent whispered lethally, leaning in so close Gregory could see the absolute murder in his eyes.
👉 How will the arrogant estate manager react when his decades-old crime is finally exposed?
