Focus on Revenge A Photographer’s Killer Shot novel Chapter 82

Vincent ink brows slightly knitted, looked for a moment, and then suddenly hooked his lips, bringing up an

extremely cold smile.

A few moments later, he withdrew his line of sight, turned around and left straight away.

A nurse pushed a medication changing cart through, and saw a fruit basket placed on the trash can beside the

road.

“Who is it, why did you throw such a good fruit basket into the trash can?”

The nurse looked at the fruit basket, the packaging is exquisite, the fruit looks also top quality ..

Vincent recently took an underage case, the victim’s parents are migrant workers, the abuser has four, and is a local rich second generation, this type of case often involves social stratification, dealing with quite tricky.

In the past few days, Vincent was basically busy with this case.

In the morning, the victim’s parents approached the firm again, saying they had been threatened with

retaliation.

Vincent calmed them down, promised to do his best to win the case, and asked his assistant to escort them

back.

Just after the victim’s parents left, Arthur called.

Vincent picked up the phone, walked to the floor–to–ceiling window, raised his hand and pinched his brow, “What’s wrong?”

“I thought about it all night last night, I still think you have to help smooth things over on Haelor’s side, good people do it in the end.”

At those words, Vincent’s action of pinching his eyebrows gave way, his black eyes slightly narrowed, “You’re

quite attached to Isolde.”

“That’s nonsense, which patient am I not interested in!” Arthur sighed, “Just help me out, I don’t think those people from the Veyra family will be easily compromised, but if it’s you who intervenes, then it’s definitely not a problem!”

“I step in?” Vincent sneered, “Isolde asked you to come?”

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“No, it was my own idea.”

“She’d rather go to the Veyra family and be bullied than come to me, so how do you know she’ll be willing to accept my help?”

Arthur choked.

“If Isolde enjoys humiliating herself, why should you be sanctimonious?” Vincent’s voice was cold, “She likes to beg the Veyras, so beg well enough, I’ll fulfill her.”

The words fell, Vincent directly hung up the phone.

Closing his eyes, he pursed his lips hard.

From yesterday until now, he always felt that he was holding an unknown fire within his chest.

“Young Master.”

Edgar’s voice rang out in the quiet office.

Vincent was in an even worse mood for being disturbed, and when he turned around, his eyes were stern,

and the air pressure around him was even more appallingly low!

Edgar’s back was chilled by his glance, and he hurriedly sidestepped away, pointing to Alexa outside the door,

“Young master, this Mrs. Alexa said she wants to visit you.”

Outside the door, Alexa and Mary were standing side by side, both carrying gift boxes in their hands.

Seeing Alexa, Vincent froze.

Alexa walks in and looks at Vincent, her voice tightening, “Vincent, did you just say that Isolde went to beg the

Veyras? Why would she go beg the Veyras?”

Vincent swept his eyes at Edgar, “Have tea brought over.”

Turning, he looked at Alexa, his voice low, “You sit first.”

Alexa, however, shook her head, “Vincent, I originally just came to deliver a New Year’s gift, so I won’t drink the tea, but I just heard you talking on the phone, you said Isolde went to beg the Veyra family people, what’s going on?”

“Hold your horses for a moment, first ……”

“Vincent, I brought you an American ……”

”

Doris walks in through the door with a cup of Americano in her hand, smiling, but freezes when she sees

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Alexa, “Aunt Alexa?”

Alexa also froze when she saw Doris.

Thinking that she had actually thought of Doris as Mrs. Williams before, she felt really sorry for her daughter!

When her daughter was exposed to the internet, she even apologized to Doris …….

The past is vivid in her mind, Alexa’s hand carrying the New Year’s gift tightens slightly, she is not a strong nature, but facing the interloper who destroyed her daughter’s marriage, she resents it since.

“I am not familiar with Miss Doris, Miss Doris should still call me Mrs. Alexa!” Alexa’s voice was cold.

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