Free Web NovelChapter 284: Chapter 284: Vincent, You Need Me
Vincent Grant looked down at the dishes, each named with a vulgar insult, then glanced at Levin Sawyer, who was watching him with a lazy tilt of his head.
He turned and walked back to his seat.
He sat down, lowered his head, and began to eat.
The manager: "..."
It wasn’t unheard of for customers to order the insulting dishes, but Vincent Grant was the first one to actually eat them.
’This man...’
Levin Sawyer watched Vincent Grant, the corner of his mouth twitching.
’I ordered these dishes just to humiliate him, and he’s actually eating them!’
Even though Levin Sawyer couldn’t stand Vincent Grant, he had to admire his resilience.
The portions at The Magnate were small, so it didn’t take long for Vincent Grant to finish eating.
He put down his chopsticks and looked at Levin Sawyer. "President Sawyer, I’ve finished the food. Can I go now?"
Levin Sawyer chuckled.
"Aren’t you going to ask why I chose this particular restaurant to treat you to dinner, President Grant?"
Vincent Grant didn’t answer. He just stood up, pushed open the door, and left.
Out in the hallway, his eyes darted to the side. He thought he saw Sophia Shaw.
Just as Vincent Grant was about to head in her direction, a piercing scream made him freeze.
He whipped his head around to see the door of the adjacent private room thrown open. Joanna Sherman stumbled out, her clothes torn and in disarray.
Her clothes had been nearly ripped to shreds; she was desperately clutching the tattered fabric to cover herself.
Her face was streaked with tears as she screamed at the man who followed her out, "Get away! Get away from me! Don’t touch me!"
The pot-bellied man who followed her out planted his hands on his hips. "Stop playing innocent! It’s your damn lucky day I’ve taken an interest in you. Won’t let me touch you before we’re married? Who are you saving it for?!"
Levin Sawyer, having heard the commotion, followed him out. He clicked his tongue when he saw the man.
’This guy has to be over fifty, about Chad Jennings’s age. His gut is so big it could block out the sun, he’s got a huge bald spot, and with that fat head and those big ears, he’s uglier than a pig!’
’Joanna Sherman is on a blind date with a guy like this?’
Joanna Sherman staggered, and the moment she saw Vincent Grant, tears of humiliation and rage welled up in her eyes.
The man didn’t notice Vincent Grant. He strode over and grabbed Joanna Sherman. "Get your ass back inside! I paid off your father’s hundreds of millions in debt, which means I’ve bought and paid for you! I’ll do what I want with you, whenever I want, however I want!"
The Magnate was a playground for the rich, and since the two were supposedly on a consensual blind date, no one intervened.
Joanna Sherman was yanked back and forth, stumbling on her feet.
Her face was an unnatural shade of red, and any exposed skin was flushed an alluring crimson. It was obvious she had been drugged.
The man chuckled lewdly as he dragged her. "I’ve never had a woman who builds rockets before. Those hundreds of millions were well spent. I’m going to have to play hard to get my money’s worth!"
SLAP!
Joanna Sherman slapped him across the face.
The man clutched his face, stunned for a moment, before his expression turned vicious. "You bitch, you dare hit me."
He drew back his fist and swung it at Joanna Sherman.
The punch was incredibly powerful, whistling through the air!
Joanna Sherman squeezed her eyes shut in terror.
THUD!
Vincent Grant lunged forward, catching the man’s fist in one hand and landing a heavy blow to his head with the other.
The man collapsed to the floor.
Joanna Sherman fell into Vincent Grant’s embrace.
Vincent Grant moved to strike the man again, but Joanna Sherman whimpered, "I feel awful... He drugged me."
Vincent Grant’s body tensed, and he slowly pulled back his fist.
Then, he bent down, swept Joanna Sherman into his arms, and strode away.
Levin Sawyer watched them go, a cold smile playing on his lips. "In the end... he just can’t let her go."
"Can’t let what go?"
Sophia Shaw walked over.
She, too, saw Vincent Grant carrying Joanna Sherman.
He was walking away quickly, almost at a run.
"What’s..."
Levin Sawyer gestured to the man sprawled on the floor. "A blind date. She ran into some pig of a man."
Sophia Shaw: "..."
"Is that something Joanna Sherman would do?"
’Somehow, I find that hard to believe.’
Still, the fact that Joanna Sherman on a blind date was enough to completely unnerve Vincent Grant proved she held a very important place in his heart.
’If that’s the case, then why did he let her go, only to constantly seek my attention?’
’Is it just because he feels he owes me?’
Sophia Shaw despised Vincent Grant’s attitude of wanting to have his cake and eat it too.
"You must be hungry. Let’s go eat," Levin Sawyer said, carefully studying her expression.
"Okay."
Sophia Shaw walked in and happened to see the mostly-eaten dishes on the table. "Is this... all finished?"
Jacobs had told her that Vincent Grant had invited them for dinner at seven.
’I wasn’t late.’
Levin Sawyer laughed it off. "President Grant and I both got here early. When he saw you hadn’t arrived yet, he was about to leave, so I went ahead and ordered for him."
Sophia Shaw glanced at the mostly-eaten dishes.
Soft-shelled turtle with eggs.
Pig brains.
Large intestine stuffed with black rice.
’Why does this all seem so strange?’
’None of these are dishes Vincent Grant would ever touch. Did he really eat them?’
Levin Sawyer shot a look at the manager. "Hurry up and clear this away! Bring out a new spread!"
"Right away!"
The manager scrambled to personally clear the table, swiftly removing every last dish.
Levin Sawyer ordered a selection of light dishes that he knew Sophia Shaw enjoyed.
During the meal, he took a carefully composed photo of the table, making sure to perfectly capture Sophia Shaw’s fingers in the frame.
He admired his handiwork for a moment before shamelessly posting it to his social feed with the caption: "Three meals a day, four seasons a year, just the two of us."
「In the car.」
Vincent Grant sped onto the road, heading for the hospital.
Joanna Sherman, wrapped in a blanket from his car to cover herself, reached out and grabbed his arm. "Don’t go to the hospital!"
Vincent Grant glanced back. "You’re in no condition to be anywhere else."
He hadn’t put her in the passenger seat, but in the back.
Joanna covered her face. "My life is already a mess. Do you think I want the whole world to know I’ve been reduced to going on blind dates to pay off my family’s debt?"
"I can’t bear the humiliation!"
"Just take me home. I’ll have my private doctor make a house call."
The car pulled into the garage beneath Joanna Sherman’s apartment building.
Vincent Grant got out of the car and called Joanna’s private doctor. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
The doctor answered apologetically. "I’m sorry, Mr. Grant, but there’s been an accident up ahead. Traffic is at a complete standstill. I won’t be able to get there anytime soon. You’ll have to find another doctor."
Vincent Grant frowned and began searching for another number when he suddenly felt arms wrap around him from behind.
Joanna Sherman was panting, her hands roaming over his body. "Vincent, I can’t take it anymore. Take me."
As she spoke, she unbuttoned his shirt and slipped her hand inside.
Vincent Grant roughly grabbed her hand and pulled it away. "Joanna, calm down."
Joanna Sherman tore off the blanket, revealing large swathes of flushed skin that looked even more tempting in the confines of the narrow garage.
"I won’t make you take responsibility for it," Joanna Sherman said, continuing to remove her clothes.
She worked out regularly and had a perfect figure.
Her curves, revealed little by little, were absolutely captivating.
Even so, Vincent Grant didn’t spare her a second glance. He picked up the blanket and threw it back over her. "Joanna Sherman, don’t cheapen yourself!"
His expression was icy and deadly serious.
There wasn’t the slightest hint of arousal.
Only extreme disgust in his eyes.
It was the first time she had ever seen Vincent Grant look at her with such disgust.
A sharp pain lanced through Joanna Sherman’s heart.
But at the same time, she saw the flush slowly creeping up Vincent Grant’s neck and ears.
His Adam’s apple bobbed. His chest rose and fell.
"So... you were drugged, too."
The sorrow in Joanna Sherman’s eyes gave way to delight.
She didn’t care if Vincent Grant was willing or not. It was just as Candice Sterling had said: get him into bed first and figure out the rest later.
Joanna Sherman lunged at him again, clinging to him tightly.
"Vincent, you need me."
