Flash Marriage: Slow Down Mister

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Seeing her insistence, Vincent did not say more, he nodded gently, straightened up and looked around

the table at all the people, his wandering gaze finally fell on the faces of Mr. Wilson and Nina, a slightly

eased face, instantly became cold again.

Gathering his gentle attitude towards Daisy, Vincent paced forward, the sound of the floor clashing with

his leather shoes was particularly harsh and loud in the quiet compartment.

His footsteps stopped in front of Mr. Wilson's face, with an unpredictable emotion in his expression and

a storm brewing under his eyes.

The people in the room held their breath, only to hear Vincent said: "I did not bother with you before,

you have become more and more reckless, is it? "

Vincent's tone was light, and if it weren't for the oppressive aura around him, you might think he was

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However, it was clear to everyone in the room that Vincent was pushing Alan to the edge of the cliff and

was ready to kick him out at any moment.

"No, it's not like that, Mr. Watts!"

Alan at this moment where there is still the posture of the executive, his face full of cross flesh

scurrying around in fear, can not even make an expression to win sympathy, can only feebly deny.

Giving a soft giggle, Vincent's cool gaze rubbed inch by inch across Alan's face as he casually swept

the wine from the table, picking it all up very quickly.

Standing aside Alan sea did not understand Vincent to do, a bottle of high white wine instantly handed

to their own front.

He lifted his face and found Vincent staring at him with unblinking eyes, and his eyes hastily lowered.

"See all the remaining wine here, drink up, today's matter will be written off, drink up, shares handed

over, get lost."

Vincent said incomparably direct, there is no room to turn around, Alan was stunned, looking at the

dozen bottles of white wine on the table could not help but shiver, if you really drink it all, this will

definitely be exactly in the poisoned death of ah.

"Mr. Watts ...... me ......"

"Drink up, I'm here to watch you drink, the rest of you can disperse if you're okay, and I'll sign this

contract for you."

Seeing Vincent's casual posture as a big boss, but with a firm intention to protect Daisy in his eyes,

many people in the crew passed by and congratulated Daisy on finding a good companion when they

left and passed by her.

For this reason Daisy felt helpless and had to keep explaining the relationship between the two in a low

voice, stressing that they were just friends as teenagers.

No matter how they go about thinking, they can't just acquiesce in public, after all, she doesn't want

Vincent's light to overshadow something.

Hearing Daisy's explanation, Max, who was sitting next to her, obviously didn't believe it. He raised his

eyebrows and raised his voice in surprise: "Are you just friends from your youth, how do I look like that

at all?"

His sentence was a little loud, and by the time Max reacted, the eyes of the crowd had converged on

him.

Vincent, who was standing not far away, heard the same, he did not have any ripples on his

complexion, as early as before he was used to this external statement of Daisy, compared to his

indifference, it was Nina who looked unbelievable and stared at Daisy viciously.

"What childhood friend, how come I don't know! Daisy, so this is how you hooked up with Vincent!

Obviously he should be mine!"

Gritting her teeth and looking at the person standing across from her, Nina's heart was on the verge of

twisting, her eyes wide with anger, her beautiful face had long since turned ugly because of her anger.

She laughed lightly and her cold gaze fell casually on Nina's face: "You who were born in the

countryside but acted like a princess would never have gone to the village next door, where you used

to be even poorer, you wouldn't have known anyone, you only knew yourself and your rights."

The mockery-like words made Nina's face white with anger and her chest kept going up and down at a

violent rate like she was going to suffocate in the next second.

She stepped on her sharp heels and tried to run over to teach Daisy's smug face a lesson, but before

she could run over she was rudely grabbed by Alan's wrist and brought to Vincent.

"Mr. Watts, Nina has no mouth, I'll give you this one, you can toss it around as much as you like."

Alan has long been keenly aware of Vincent's suddenly cold eyes, always stopping at the gushing and

unself-conscious Nina, even though this is the beauty he paid a lot of money for, at this moment also

had to clear the relationship with her.

Otherwise, what one loses will be a whole life.

Nina, who was still acting very resistant, heard Mr. Wilson say he was going to give himself to Vincent.

Could it be that this time she could climb Vincent and be his man?

Nina's heart rose with all kinds of expectations, yet Vincent's disgusted expression and low words sent

her straight to hell.

"No, it's too dirty. This is the rag you played with, and now you know it stinks, flinging it at me?"

Nina stood in a daze, her eyes widening in disbelief, her gaze falling on the handsome and cold face, a

chill rising from the soles of her feet to her heart.

It turns out that this is what Vincent sees in himself, not a man, not a woman, not to mention beautiful,

just a smelly rag.

Seeing her lost in thought, Daisy's heart has no joy or sorrow, her footsteps calmly walked up, she

looked at Nina a mute look, heart only felt some funny.

She thought that all men in the world should submit to her charm, and today when she heard such a

cold and decisive comment from Vincent, there was no doubt that a knife was thrust directly into her

proud heart.

"It's late, Mr. Wilson better finish your drink and hurry up to hold the beauty for a spring night."

Daisy looked at the hilarity and laughed out loud, her contemptuous gaze sweeping past the faces of

Alan and Nina, a life in which she also finally let Nina taste a little bit of pain.

Hearing Daisy's sneer, Alan's fat face quivered as he looked at the dozen or so bottles of wine left on

the table, and his heart was undoubtedly faint.

There is no way out, even if it is completely faceless, he can not drink to death here.

So, with his heart in his mouth, he actually knelt directly in front of Daisy and Vincent, which made

those who hadn't left yet clamor.

"Mr. Watts, Miss Thompson, I was too reckless before, please give me a break, I will never appear in

front of your eyes again!"