Chapter 129

• Vincent didn’t know what to expect when the chauffeur pulled up the car in front of an old, abandoned building. Though it would be a lie to say he wasn’t hesitant, or the fear of what awaited him inside hadn’t caught him by the throat and numbed his limbs. However, fear was not the only emotion controlling him at that moment, fury was, too.
• Michael was back, and in less than five minutes, they would stand face-to-face. Vincent stared at the black screen of his phone one more time before tossing it away to the other end of the seat. After watching the clip of Claire and his bastard father, he stupidly went back to that link that came first and the moment he tapped on it, his phone died after flashing and heating up.
• The goddamn scumbag fried his phone.