Tyrone chuckled. "The man pulling Brandon's strings has been plotting against the White family and the Lynch family for over thirty years-long before Vincent was even a glimmer in his mother's eye."
Alicia couldn't help but laugh too. "Whatever the case, he's definitely not one of the good guys."
Winnie stood quietly nearby, not wanting to interrupt, but when she caught sight of someone at the door, she quickly cleared her throat.
Alicia and Tyrone, still oblivious to the visitor, kept gossiping. "Vincent spent a fortune trying to win Mina over, and now look-she's run off with his half-brother. He must be absolutely livid."
"He's honestly just pitiful," Alicia sighed.
Winnie coughed again, louder this time.
Alicia turned to her. "Winnie, is your throat bothering you?"
Tyrone looked up just then and spotted Vincent standing in the doorway, his expression dark and stormy.
Vincent was holding a fruit basket, his gaze cold as he shot Tyrone a withering look. Without a word, he set the basket right on top of the trash can by the door.
Tyrone rolled his eyes at him-how petty could you get?
Taking advantage of the distraction, Tyrone leaned toward Alicia and whispered, "Honey... my head feels so dizzy. Maybe if you kiss me, I'll feel better."
Alicia obliged without hesitation, cupping his face and kissing his forehead.
Even Winnie couldn't stand to watch this-Tyrone was like a male version of a flirtatious fox.
"Honey, do you love me the most?" Tyrone asked, pulling Alicia into his arms so she couldn't turn around.
"Mhm," Alicia nodded sweetly.
Tyrone shot Vincent a smug, triumphant grin.
"I need to talk to you," Vincent ground out, barely containing his anger. "It's about your accident."
Alicia jumped, nearly yelping. When had Vincent arrived? She eyed him warily, bristling like a protective cat, refusing to let him anywhere near Tyrone.
A flicker of bitterness passed through Vincent's eyes, and his hands trembled slightly. Once upon a time, Alicia had been this tender and obedient with him, had shielded him just as fiercely...
But he'd thrown it all away.
"What do you know?" Alicia demanded, eyes blazing. "Was it you?"
Vincent let out a heavy sigh. "If Tyrone died, sure, it'd mean you'd be a widow, and I could try to win you back. But that's not enough reason for me to actually kill someone."
Alicia huffed, still not convinced.
"What exactly do you know?" Tyrone eyed Vincent, cautious.
Vincent glanced at Winnie and Alicia, clearly wanting them to leave.
"They're not outsiders," Tyrone said flatly.
"This isn't about that," Vincent replied. "You love playing the hero, but I don't want them dragged into this mess."
Tyrone squeezed Alicia's hand,
grinning. Why don't you and Winnie
go check out that fruit stand out front? Didn't you say the old man there sells the best apples? Pick some up."
Alicia shot Vincent a suspicious look but finally nodded and led Winnie out.
Once they were gone, Vincent rounded on Tyrone, furious. "Where'd you learn to be such a manipulative flirt?"
"From your precious Mina," Tyrone said, lounging back against the pillows with a
smug smile.
Vincent's jaw clenched, and he shut his eyes, struggling to stay calm. "Shame the accident didn't finish you off."
"Oh?" Tyrone raised an eyebrow. "Sorry to disappoint."
Vincent took a breath, steadying
himself. "Listen. I went back to the
el.net
office unexpectedly today and overheard my father's bastard, Mayfield Lawson, on the phone. He was talking about 'taking someone out I didn't think much of it at the time. But then, not long after, I heard about your accident."
Rich Radiant and Over Him (Alicia and Vincent)
Chapter 354
Switched Momin
The Cat Mie
The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind
Chapter 347: Administering Drugs
Switched Marriage The Coddled Little Wife
Chapter 538: Unimaginable