Ch. 281..285: Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother Chapter 281-285
Chapter 281
"Isn't that what you want, Vincent Gray?" Vincent waited until the anger subsided, but he couldn't. He got even angrier with the fact that he might have… just a little… wanting to protect Chloe.
Vincent was surprised by his own feeling because he thought it was stupid.
So weak.
So stupid.
So pathetic.
Vincent scoffed as he ridiculed himself, "Vincent Gray, isn't that a bit funny to hear? You— the Master of Gray family, the billionnaire that everyone loved, actually wanted to protect your stupid, worthless wife?"
Why?
Vincent continued thinking the whole ordeal was pretty funny. He just wanted to ensure that Chloe would return to him sooner or later by her desperation because she had nowhere else to go.
He wanted to make her kiss his feet and begged like a discarded whore on the street because he was her only savior.
So far, the plan seemed to be working smoothly. He had successfully cut contact with everyone around Chloe, forcing her into prostitution by hiding behind this unknown millionaire for now.
Vincent exited the bedroom and sat on the bed. He was in his bedroom right now, and contrary to people's expectations, he was all alone.
He could always call a woman to accompany him for the night, but he never had the urge after Chloe left.
It was weird because he went full throttle when Chloe was around.
But now, when she left him, he just had no urge.
Most of the time, he finished himself by masturbating while staring at a few framed pictures of him and Chloe.
Vincent scoffed again, "Ah, isn't that a bit stupid? Why am I jacking off to that filthy woman? She is not even beautiful."
"Maybe I just need her here. I can get off by looking at her dramatic freakout," Vincent chuckled out of amusement. "I still remember how funny and dramatic she was when I fucked a new woman in the living room while she was breastfeeding baby Mackie."
Vincent stared at the big framed picture above the TV. It was their wedding photo, and just as he said before, Chloe looked gorgeous in that photo.
She was wearing a white wedding dress, holding a bouquet of roses and hugging Vincent's arm with the other.
Her doe eyes were bright and full of happiness, a trait that Vincent hadn't seen for years.
Vincent's eyes deepened with malice as he kept staring at Chloe's picture.
"I don't understand why you are overreacting about all this? You should be happy that I invited you to see some of my side-chicks. That means I'm introducing you to them, so they know that they shouldn't wish to be my wife, because I have one," Vincent said. "After all, they are all just discardable side pieces, you should be proud to be my only wife."
Vincent still didn't understand Chloe's line of thinking. She should be happy to bear his surname and that he was loyal to her.
He was everything she could ever wish for.
Yet, she left without reason.
"Well, it doesn't matter. I'm a very amicable man. I will forgive you as long as you admit that you're just a nobody without me," Vincent said. "This might as well be an interesting game to spice up our married life."
Vincent went out of the bedroom and headed to the dining room.
As usual, the cooks had prepared everything for Vincent. He had hired the best cooks and even a chef from a Michelin-star restaurant to cook him dinner.
But when he sat and took a light sip of the soup, he paused and then put the spoon back.
He glanced at the maid standing stiff in the corner of the dining room.
"You, come here," Vincent ordered.
The maid jolted. She was scared that her boss might lash out at her. He was usually very calm and controlled most of the time. But when it was about dinner, he wouldn't hesitate to berate or fire people in front of him.
The maid braced herself and walked towards Vincent.
"Who made this soup?" Vincent asked.
"T—That would be the new chef you just recruited, Master Gray…" the maid replied weakly.
"I see…" Vincent grabbed the ceramic bowl and smashed it on the floor until it shattered.
CRACK! CRUNCH!
The maid jolted when she saw the bowl shattered into pieces on the floor.
Vincent continued tasting the rest of the food on the table. He never actually requested expensive food. He just requested home cooking, food that was akin to being cooked by regular housewives.
He tested the chicken, the fish, the salad, and even mashed potatoes, and he dropped every ceramic plate and bowl to the floor.
CRACK! CRUNCH!
CRACK! CRUNCH!
CRACK! CRUNCH!
The maid's body trembled. She was so close to shrieking because Master Gray's expression was nothing but terrifying.
Master Vincent Gray wasn't really a man who would yell or scream when he was mad.
He would rather show his displeasure with his face, which was damn effective. Because everyone was absolutely terrified of him.
He used to be fairly reasonable when the house mistress, Mrs Chloe Gray, was still around.
He dumped all his displeasure and bullied Mrs Chloe Gray until she couldn't handle it and often cried hysterically.
All the maids knew about it and even often saw Mrs Gray's hysterical cries.
But they did nothing because Master Gray told them not to bother with her. Apparently, he said that Mrs Gray was just a crazy bitch, and that was all about her.
However, when Mrs Gray finally left the mansion, the title of crazy was better suited for Master Gray now.
He became so unreasonable, unpredictable, erratic and yelled at everyone. He also fired so many people, dramatically increasing the turnover of the maids in this mansion.
After shattering all the ceramic and glass bowls and plates on the floor, he asked the maid with a thin smile, "Now, do you understand what I'm hinting on here?"
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After shattering all the ceramic and glass bowls and plates on the floor, he asked the maid with a thin smile, "Now, do you understand what I'm hinting at here?"
The maid gulped. She looked down to stare at the amount of shattered ceramic and glass on the floor, with all the food that had been carefully crafted by a popular Michelin chef that got hired two days ago.
"Do you get the hint?" Master Gray asked her for the second time.
"Um… I-i-it means the chef doesn't do a good job—"
Vincent clicked his tongue and slammed the table.
"WRONG!" he shouted, and the maid shrieked in fear. She stepped back and slipped on the food until she fell on her butt.
Her palm accidentally pressed on a piece of broken glass and stabbed her until blood started trickling down from her palm to the floor.
However, she was too terrified of Master Gray's wrath that she didn't even feel the physical pain on her palm.
"That means none of you did a good job!" Vincent yelled. "Didn't I tell all of you to taste the food first before serving it to me?"
"W—We tasted it, Master—"
"Then your tongues are all cheap, and broken!" Vincent continued berating the maid. "It tastes like dog food! How dare you serve me with dog food?! Damn, I didn't know that I'm hiring so many trash dogs in my mansion!"
The maid lowered her head and continued listening to Master Gray's complaint.
This often happened after Mrs Gray left the mansion. He rarely ate any food cooked by Mrs Gray and would often insult her for no real reason.
But after her departure, he suddenly had the urge to eat dinner every night at the mansion. If he was in a bad mood, he would suddenly say the food was trash, fire the chef and even all the cooks.
The chef had the highest turnover rate to the point that the head maid had to hire a new chef weekly.
So the problem wasn't the food. The chef delivered the food really well, but Master Vincent Gray just wanted to have someone he could abuse.
Since Mrs Gray wasn't here anymore, he abused everyone instead.
'How I wish Mrs. Gray could be here to protect us and take the beating instead…' the maid thought.
Vincent ordered, "Fire that chef and try a female chef instead. Maybe they can actually make good home cooked food. Seriously, why can't nobody make a dinner that is similar to my wife's cooking? What's so hard about making some simple homemade food? You are all fucking useless!"
He left the dining room and walked to his home office to spend time reading a few documents. It was the only way for him to keep his mind busy.
He sat in his chair and read a few documents, and then he heard a knock on the door.
"Master Gray, there is a guest at the gate. He wants to have an audience with you. His name is Mr. Gregory Maxwell," the maid said behind the door.
Vincent's mood eased a little once he heard this. Thus he replied, "Let him come to my office. I'll deal with him myself."
Vincent waited for about twenty minutes until he heard another knock on the door, and the maid opened the door carefully.
"Master Gray, Mr. Gregory Maxwell is here."
"Let him in."
Gregory Maxwell slowly entered the home office of Vincent Gray, the Master of the Gray family.
He saw Mr Vincent Gray sitting on the chair, still wearing a formal shirt and trousers, still reading a document.
"G—Good evening, Sir," Gregory Maxwell greeted first, and Vincent gave him a quick glance before returning to read his document.
"Sit down," Vincent commanded, and Mr Maxwell sat obediently.
They were in complete silence for a while because Vincent was still reading his document, and Gregory was too nervous to start the conversation, despite being twenty years older than Vincent.
After all, Vincent Gray was far more ruthless than Vaughn Gray in any way.
Vaughn could be bribed by women. He would be in a better mood after he fucked a new beauty, but that didn't work with Vincent.
Vincent was immune to any kind of bribery. He would fuck the beauty offered but still go on his ruthless way for business.
Vincent finished reading one document, then took off his glasses and stared at Gregory Maxwell, an old colleague of his late dad— Vaughn Gray.
Mr Maxwell had been cooperating closely with the company for at least twenty years. In fact, if it wasn't for Vaughn— and now Vincent's generosity, Mr Gregory Maxwell would never be this rich.
He was basically a millionaire because he sucked up to the Gray family. With some competence, he could rack up his wealth over twenty years.
Too bad it would end soon.
"Mr. Gregory Maxwell."
"Y—Yes!"
"May I know why you came to my mansion? I don't remember inviting you here," Vincent asked, still with his smile that always scared everyone facing him.
Mr Maxwell gulped nervously. He came here because he got the letter from Vincent Gray's secretary, stating the one-sided termination of cooperation between the companies.
Despite being a successful businessman, he knew his company would crumble in less than a year without Gray's family. Vincent's giant enterprise was the main client that generated at least 80% of the company's income. Vincent was also the main shareholder.
He was shocked by the sudden termination because everything seemed to be working just fine as much as he remembered.
The business was booming as always, and under Vincent's great management, all the project partners earned a lot of profit from his various businesses.
So why?
Why did Vincent suddenly terminate their partnership? Their companies had been together for twenty years!
"That— I wonder if there is a problem with our business. Because I got the news a few days ago that our long-time partnership got terminated," Mr Maxwell said. "Please tell me if there is something wrong, I will fix it immediately."
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"That— I wonder if there is a problem with our business. Because I got the news a few days ago that our long-time partnership got terminated," Mr Maxwell said. "Please tell me if there is something wrong, I will fix it immediately."
Vincent didn't reply immediately due to a few considerations.
If he had to be honest, he deposed Gregory Maxwell not only because of Chloe's problem, though that was the main clause.
But this 50-something man had been working with the company for over two decades. Vincent also noticed a few times he was cutting corners by supplying Vincent's company with products made with cheaper materials.
Gregory Maxwell was the one who supplied the main materials for the snack and beverage package. One of the Gray family's main businesses, owned and controlled by Vincent (previously Vaughn), was a multi-billion dollar snack and beverage company on par with Pepsi.
He had a few complaints from the quality control, saying the quality of the cans and plastic wasn't as good, and the leading supplier was this old man in front of him.
Vincent took a new document from one of the drawers and put it on the desk. He slid it towards Gregory Maxwell and said, "Mr Maxwell, this is the complaint I've gotten from the quality control. They said the quality of the beverage cans and snack packaging weren't as good as they used to be, even though I have never given the order to reduce the quality of the material."
Gregory Maxwell picked the document and got even more nervous once he read the content.
Because the quality control blatantly showed the reduced quality, he knew well that he was the reason.
He had been cutting corners and did it because he wanted to expand his business.
He thought Mr Vincent Gray wouldn't notice it since the quality of the material had just been downgraded a bit.
But Vincent lived up to his name as the Master of the Gray family. He had full control over everything and wouldn't let even a small corruption off of his viper eyes.
"Mr. Gregory Maxwell, you have been cutting corners by reducing the material quality, haven't you?" Vincent said. His viper-like eyes petrified the old man instantly, and the old man's back started sweating.
"T—That— that must be one of the managers!" Gregory Maxwell tried to defend himself. "I've never once thought about doing this kind of dishonest thing!"
"After all, I've worked with your dad for ten years, and then with you for ten more years! Our companies are tightly knit!" Gregory Maxwell continued, hoping that Vincent would eventually soften on him. "I promise that I will find the culprit behind this. Don't worry, by the end of the week, all the material supplied will return to normal, with great quality as well!"
Vincent knew that Mr Maxwell was just trying to save his company. Because without their cooperation, Mr Maxwell's company would crumble in less than a year.
Of course, Vincent could always forgive what he did, and business would continue as usual.
But, he wanted to use this old man as a catalyst to hunt all those millionaires and see which one dared to hide his wife.
"Mr. Maxwell, you don't need to hide it. I know that you're the one who's telling your management to start cutting corners. While I think it is very disgraceful, it's nothing severe," Vincent said. "We can always scrap this whole thing and pretend like nothing happened as long as you return with the original quality of the material provided."
"T—Then, am I forgiven?"
"No," Vincent denied harshly.
"But you said it's not a big deal!" Gregory Maxwell grew increasingly desperate as time went on. He felt like Vincent Gray was leading him to confess.
"I'm not terminating our long-time cooperation because of your petty crime," Vincent explained. "I did it because you're one of the prime suspects of a crime much more severe."
Gregory Maxwell was confused this time. As much as he remembered, he never did anything that could end him in jail. But if Vincent Gray said it, that meant there must be something.
"M—May I know what it is?"
Vincent went silent for a while. He sighed and flipped the small framed picture on the desk.
Mr Maxwell saw the picture inside the frame. It was a picture of Vincent's wife and daughter, Chloe and Mackenzie Gray.
"Mr. Maxwell, do you know about my wife and daughter?" Vincent asked.
"Yes, I know about them, Sir…."
"Then, tell me what you think about them."
Gregory Maxwell knew about them because he was invited to attend many events hosted by the Gray family. He attended Vincent and Chloe's wedding ten years ago. He also saw Mackenzie running around in the hallway of the Gray mansion whenever he attended the Gray family's event.
Honestly, he was dazzled by Chloe's beauty. When she was young, she looked like a goddess with her sweet smile. Even though she was still beautiful when she got fatter and then thinned.
She rarely wore expensive jewelry, which gave off the aura of pure, untainted beauty.
To sum it up, Mr Maxwell— and many of the men who worked with the Gray family and knew about Chloe Gray were enchanted by her beauty.
She was the kind of woman who would look beautiful despite her condition.
Gregory Maxwell didn't know why he had to tell Vincent his view about Chloe and Mackenzie Gray. He never even spoke to them!
But Vincent Gray had always been unpredictable, and this was a perfect moment to suck up. As long as he could put Vincent in a good mood, he might have forgiven Gregory about everything!
"So, what do you think about my wife and daughter?" Vincent repeated his question.
"I think they are sweet and beautiful, Mr. Gray," Gregory Maxwell replied. "The first time I saw your wife was on your wedding day ten years ago. I remember she was so beautiful, with her doe eyes and sweet smile, she looked like a goddess."
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"The first time I saw your wife was on your wedding day ten years ago. I remember she was so beautiful, with her doe eyes and sweet smile, she looked like a goddess," Gregory Maxwell said.
Vincent's viper gaze deepened, full of malice, but Mr Maxwell was too engrossed in telling his story and trying to make it sound like Chloe was the best woman to ever grace the earth.
"She is also very kind and gentle. Your wife makes all men wish they have her, and all women wish they are her," Gregory Maxwell said. "Mr. Gray, you're one lucky man!"
After he finished praising Chloe to the moon and back, he saw Vincent Gray smiling at him, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. He looked so pissed off. His viper gaze showed that he wanted to curse Mr Maxwell for offending him.
Gregory Maxwell didn't know what he said wrong. Obviously, he wanted to give a favorable impression so Vincent would be happy, so he was visibly confused when Vincent got angry.
"Mr. Gray, did I… say something wrong?"
Vincent said nothing.
He got up from his chair and walked towards Mr Maxwell's chair. He stood in front of the old man, and when Mr Maxwell wanted to get up from the chair, Vincent suddenly raised his leg and kicked the old man's chest ruthlessly.
"ARGH!" Mr Maxwell fell while he was still on the chair. He hit the floor face-first until he had a nosebleed.
He got a concussion. He also had a throbbing pain in his chest that made him unable to breathe properly for a few seconds.
Mr Maxwell yelled at Vincent, "W—Why did you kick me?!"
"Because you dare to call my wife beautiful," Vincent replied coldly. "Nobody is allowed to call her beautiful. I want all of you call her as fat bitch, or whale. Whatever to humiliate her."
Mr Maxwell didn't understand why Vincent disliked seeing his wife being praised. He even went as far as wanting to humiliate his obviously beautiful wife.
Shouldn't he be proud to have a wife like Chloe? After all, she was also well-educated and seemed to be a good mother.
However, Gregory Maxwell didn't dare to ask because he was scared it might infuriate Vincent even more.
Vincent walked towards Mr Maxwell, who was trying to avoid him by crawling away.
Vincent stepped on his back to stop him from crawling and continued, "You want her, right?" Vincent accused
"W—What?! I—I never said that!" Gregory Maxwell denied it. He had plenty of mistresses already.
And even if he found Chloe attracted, it wasn't his style to go after someone's wife. And he wasn't stupid enough to go after Vincent Gray's wife. That was basically suicide!
Vincent didn't know why he was so angry about this.
He had long expected this old man would try to bootlick him by praising Chloe to the moon and back. So he shouldn't be angry.
But he could no longer bear it when Gregory Maxwell kept praising Chloe's beauty.
'Even if what he said is true. That ungrateful bitch should not be praised for being beautiful. She is just a cheap woman I picked up in high school. She has no worth,' Vincent thought.
He tried to convince himself, thinking that was the best method to humble Chloe and make her obey.
"You should never covet someone else's wife," Vincent said. "I will never allow anyone to touch her. She is ugly, filthy, disgusting, and she is mine, do you understand that?"
"I never want to covet your wife!" Gregory Maxwell tried to defend himself. He wanted to clarify because Vincent Gray didn't seem to be in the right mind.
He seemed to have completely lost it when they talked about Chloe Gray.
"I know that you have a lot of mistresses, and you tend to keep your mistress in an apartment, right?"
"I—I didn't— ARGH!"
Vincent pressed his shoe sole on the old man's back until he groaned in pain, "Speak the truth, or you'll never leave this mansion alive."
Gregory Maxwell knew that Vincent wasn't playing around, and he couldn't fight back nor report that kind of death threat to the authorities. Because Vincent had way too much power, he could easily twist the fact to make Gregory become the suspect instead.
"Yes…" Gregory Maxwell replied weakly. "I have many mistresses. But I will never covet your wife! I was just giving genuine praise to her— ARGH!"
Vincent pressed the sole harder until the old man felt his intestine squish.
"Didn't I tell you not to praise her?"
"S—Sorry—"
"Tell me that she is disgusting."
"She… is filthy— urk—"
Vincent lifted his feet after he saw the old man was about to puke out his dinner. He didn't want a filthy thing to dirty his office.
"Good, now we can have a proper conversation," Vincent said. He returned to his chair and sat leisurely while Gregory Maxwell tried to recover from the pain.
Gregory Maxwell got up by holding onto the desk and then fixed the chair before sitting on it again. His whole body was still in pain, but he didn't dare to show it because he didn't want to anger Vincent even more.
Vincent waited until Gregory Maxwell was ready for another conversation and said, "My ungrateful wife has run away from home. She is now living with a millionaire in New York. I've hidden my wife and children away from the media for so long, so the only people who can hide them are the ones who've seen them, and the culprit should be closely connected with Gray family."
"You are one of the prime suspects, Gregory Maxwell," Vincent said. "You've known her since my wedding day. You have the habit of hiding your mistresses inside an apartment and visiting them one by one. You said it yourself that my wife is a beauty."
"All you did so far only makes you more suspicious, Mr. Maxwell."
'Ah, so this is the real problem. He simply fucked my business because he wanted to
Chapter 285You've known her since my wedding day. You have the habit of hiding your mistresses inside an apartment and visiting them one by one. You said it yourself that my wife is a beauty," Vincent said. "All you did so far only makes you more suspicious, Mr. Maxwell."
'Ah, so this is the real problem. He simply fucked my business because he is suspicious of me.'
Gregory Maxwell didn't really understand what kind of ideas were plaguing Vincent Gray's mind, or maybe there was a competitor who wanted to drag him down by using Vincent Gray's anger and current unreasonable actions.
'Nevertheless, I need to keep my position. I cannot afford to lose the cooperation with the Gray family. My company has been relying way too much on them,' Gregory Maxwell thought.
He was still angry at Vincent, who dared to kick and step on him. But he knew his place, he would never be on par with Vincent, so it was better to be subservient.
"Mr. Gray, what you're doing is throwing accusations without any proof to me. What if it's not me? Maybe it's another millionaire that has worked with the Gray family for so long," Gregory Maxwell said.
Vincent Gray smirked, "I know that I'm just throwing baseless accusations on you. But I can flip your company upside down to find my family."
"T—Then if you don't find them?"
"Then I'll leave. I'll leave your company in shambles. You might file for bankruptcy in less than a year," Vincent said ruthlessly.
Gregory Maxwell knew that Vincent Gray was a vicious man, but he was saying crazy things.
'Crap, if he really did that. I'll really lose everything in less than a year,' Gregory Maxwell thought. 'There must be someone who wants to drag me down. Was it someone in the Gray family? I know everyone who worked with this crazy family are all treacherous!'
The old man didn't want to be destroyed alone. If he had to suffer Vincent Gray's craziness, he had to drag everyone inside their business circle!
"Mr. Gray, I feel wronged with the accusation. May I know if there is someone who has been giving you the idea that I'm the one who hides your wife? I bet it's one of my competitors, right?" Gregory Maxwell said as he got heated. "I know one of those scumbags is trying to accuse me so they can ruin my business!"
Vincent had predicted everything, including the fact that Gregory Maxwell would feel wronged by the baseless accusation.
"I can't tell you who gave me that information. But he is indeed someone from our business circle. He gave me all the information about millionaires who might've hid my wife and daughter," Vincent said. "I know my accusation is baseless. But I still have the power to make you go bankrupt. So, let's make a deal."
"A—A deal?" Gregory Maxwell had a bad feeling about this. He knew that Vincent Gray wouldn't make a deal that wouldn't benefit him, and he didn't care if the other party would be at a disadvantage.
"Yes, I will offer you a new contract tomorrow. Your company can work with me again, but only half of the previous portion from the old contract," Vincent said.
"Why can't I get the full work again?"
"Because I've gotten another supplier," Vincent sighed. "You're not the only one who wants to work with me. So I can only offer you half of your old contract."
"That's…"
'If I can only supply half of the material, that means my earning will be down by at least 40%. I can't allow that to happen in the long run,' Gregory Maxwell thought.
"Mr. Gray, can I do something to get my old contract back? This will hit my company severely!"
"You can, and that will be included within the deal," Vincent smirked again. He grew more malicious as time went on. He saw the desperation in the old man's eyes.
'Ah, truly, seeing someone so desperately clinging to me is a satisfying feeling to have,' Vincent thought.
"My deal is; Go use all of your connections to find that man who dared to hide my wife and daughter. You can accuse anyone in the business circle who might have seen Chloe and Mackenzie's face."
"But DO NOT let the media know about this, and you should not touch my daughter, who is still in school. I cared a lot about her," Vincent said, making sure the news didn't leak to the public, or it would be a shame for the whole family.
"If the news leaked to the media, I will make sure to destroy you and everyone in my list, bear that in mind."
Gregory Maxwell swallowed his saliva nervously. The deal was a battle royale between all the millionaires working with the Gray family.
They were going to accuse and fight each other just to desperately find who is the true culprit before all of them got a death sentence from the ruthless tyrant Vincent Gray.
"So, do you accept the deal or not?" Vincent asked. "If you're not going to accept it, then I'll give all of your old contract to another man instead. They would be joyful to know that they're going to be rich soon."
Gregory Maxwell clenched his fist. He knew there was no way he could escape Vincent's crazy agenda.
So he nodded unwillingly, "I'll try my best to find the culprit who hid your wife and daughter, Mr. Gray."
"Good, I expect a good result. I will keep half of your regular supply to my company until you can find the culprit. And don't worry, you're not the only one who will face me like this," Vincent said. "I will make sure to hunt whoever dared to hide my wife and daughter."
Mr Maxwell got nervous since he knew that Vincent wasn't playing around. However, he had one question left in mind.
"Mr. Gray, what would you do to the culprit behind all this once you find him?"