Chapter 281 - Die For Nothing 1

He was fluent in Italian. Unlike Vincent, Ethen laughed all day long. He was used to smiling to others. Anyone who saw him would feel more comfortable. Moreover, he was so good with words that every Italian who met him liked him.

However, although this young man had the right to speak, he didn't have the right to decide.

As for Vincent, when he took over the business, he was still a teenager, but at that time, no one could see through him. He had a cold face, and his emotions were indistinguishable. He was clearly a child, but he dared to contend against adults. He competed for his shares, and easily controlled the adults. He earned more profits for the Scavo family than in the past years.

After all, it was in Caspar's own territory. He didn't want to be bullied by a child, but he couldn't cut off the partnership with the Scavo family. He could only endure this for more than ten years.

Right now, although Ethen's abilities weren't outstanding, he was easy to handle. As long as Vincent died, the master of the Scavo family would naturally be Ethen. At that time, Ethen would have to agree to their casino plan even if he didn't want to. After all, no one would hate money.

Caspar had a good plan in his heart. He smiled at Ethen and said, "Relax here. We are partners. It's good that you treat me as a friend."

Ethen blinked at him, "That's for sure. By the way, has my phone been repaired?"

A few days ago, his phone accidentally fell onto the ground and was broken. Caspar helped him repair it. During this period, Caspar let him relax and have fun here. In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.

Caspar patted his head and said, "It was fixed long ago. I forgot to send it to you. I'll have someone send it to you later."

Ethen's heart skipped a beat, but he still smiled, "Alright."

When they walked towards the room, Ethen was already prepared for the worst. Caspar would not kill him. Keeping him here was to lure his cousin out, but from his words just now...

His cousin was already here.

Was Caspar planning to attack his cousin?

Ethen walked around the room. The phone on the table was out. He was a little anxious, but he suddenly calmed down. With Vincent's intelligence, he wouldn't fall into the trap of Caspar.

...

At the same time, in an Italian hotel.

Vincent's room door was knocked on, and a waiter outside shouted, "Room service!"

The moment the door was opened, the people outside fired a shot at the people inside.

The silenced gun did not make any sound, but there was no one inside the door. The people outside looked strangely at the back of the door. He was hit on the face by Rex's elbow. Then Rex smashed the gun hilt directly on the back of the man's neck. The man was immediately unconscious.

The other man pointed his gun at Rex, and a dart hit the man's wrist. He just turned around, and his neck was hit by another dart.

Two men quickly hid in the bathroom and shot towards outside. Rex hid behind the corpse. A few minutes later, there was no sound in the bathroom.

At the same time, three men in black came in through the window. They lowered their heads and respectfully said, "Mr. Vincent, the four people outside are down!"

Vincent threw the last dart into the red heart on the wall, then stopped and turned to look at Rex who came out of the bathroom, "Let's go."

"Yes!"

The four of them moved all the corpses in the room to a truck. Then, Rex drove out a Bentley. Vincent lowered his head and sat in the car. The two cars drove in the dark, one in front of the other.

Not long after, they encountered a red light. When they stopped and waited, a car came from the side. Then there was a sound of knocking on the rear window.

Rex's expression changed. Before he could react, the sound of explosion came from the rear window. Countless bullets shot in, each with deafening explosion.

Rex's entire face twisted and let out a heart-wrenching roar, "Mr. Vincent."

...

Emily was suddenly woken up from her sleep. She was sweating and panting. Then, she took out her phone and looked at the time. It was past five o'clock in the morning.

There were no missed calls and no unread messages in her phone. She edited a message to Vincent.

"I just had a nightmare."

There was no reply.

She sent another message,

"I dreamt that something had happened to you, and you lost a lot of blood."

Half an hour later, no one replied. An hour later, still no one replied.

Emily simply stood up and sat down on the table to start drawing. Her heart was not calm, and the things she drew were also messy. Warm colors and cold colors alternated, and the finished painting was not good either. She threw the drawing paper into the trash can and laid a new piece of white paper.

She sat down and painted quietly and patiently. It was Vincent in the painting. The color was cold black. He was in a black shirt and a black suit. Even his eyes and eyebrows were black.

The only things red in the painting were the lips of the man.

She finally calmed down.

Her phone suddenly vibrated. She hurriedly picked it up, but it was not from Vincent. It was Harold.

"Miss Emily, are you alright?" Harold asked, "The lights in your room were on since five o'clock."

"Yes, I'm fine. I just had a dream." Emily explained indifferently.

After hanging up the phone, Emily looked at the calendar, took a pen and highlighted the date of 18th. Tomorrow was the annual meeting.

That day finally came.

Elsie went out with Beverly after breakfast. She said that she was going shopping to buy a dress for the annual meeting tomorrow.

Emily looked at Beverly carefully at the dining table. Beverly also wore makeup, fine powder covering the crow's feet. She also put on the popular lipstick. She looked young in a white down jacket and even had her hair permed.

"Mom, your hair style is very pretty. I also want it." Elsie was good at pleasing people, and Emily had got used to it.

"You look good just the way you are." Beverly patted Elsie's head and comforted her. Then Beverly looked at Emily, who was eating quietly, and thought that Emily was as pretty as her mother.

Otherwise, how could she be a mistress?