Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 375: Confrontation Face-to-Face

After Vincent Vance steadied his legs, he took a deep breath and tried to stay calm as he said to Victor Grant, "Victor Grant, I’ve told you, there’s nothing wrong with my body, it’s just that the Poisonous Insect Technique has entangled me for too long, and there’s still some residual poison in my body. As for May..."

Vincent turned to look at May Morgan again, gazing at the face that haunted his days and nights. He smiled faintly, a very relieved smile: "I respect her choice. If she feels more suitable by your side, then I’ll willingly step back."

Victor Grant let out a disinterested snort, possessively pulling May into his arms and protecting her: "Vincent Vance, you better get one thing straight. May and I already got our marriage certificate in France, so whether you step back or not, she is my wife."

Vincent’s eyes narrowed slightly, as he coldly laughed and said to Victor, "That all depends on whether she’s willing to marry you. If she’s unwilling, then I’ll protect her no matter the cost."

After speaking, Vincent looked earnestly at May and explained to her word by word: "May, since you’re here to ask about the video today, I’ll clarify it for you. The footage Monica Lambert showed you does exist, but the one at the shareholders’ meeting was something I had someone redesign to mislead others."

"Bah, what shamelessness! You say that in front of May, and then during the meeting, you admitted that video was real? How credible are your words?" Victor had already guessed Vincent would claim that, so he quickly pointed at him threateningly: "Do you dare to explain the video again in front of the shareholders? Say you hired someone to frame Logan Vance? Vincent, would you dare?"

"Why wouldn’t I dare? Jacob Jennings, call right now, have all the company shareholders come to the meeting. I’ll explain the matter to them again!"

Before Victor’s threats were even finished, Vincent decisively ordered Jacob Jennings.

Hearing this, Jacob was taken aback, not daring to really make the call. After all, once the call was made, Vincent’s reputation in the company would be ruined; no one would support a president who treated them like fools.

"Are you sure you want me to make the call, young master? This matter has already passed, why keep dwelling on it?"

Jacob cautiously whispered a suggestion to Vincent.

However, Vincent cast his gaze toward May in Victor’s arms, speaking to him in a heartfelt manner, "Why do I want the Vance Clan? Isn’t it to win back the woman I love? If my actions only make my woman further away from me, I’d rather abandon the Vance Clan, rather have nothing, just to let May understand, my feelings for her are absolutely genuine."

Afterwards, Vincent suddenly raised his head, his provocative gaze challenging Victor, then he demanded word by word: "Victor Grant, dare you confront me? That hitman is still in my custody, if you have the guts, come with me to see him, and we’ll get to the bottom of it face-to-face?"

Although May wasn’t clear about the specifics, everyone present was well aware, including Victor who naturally had his own concerns. He hesitated for quite a while, but since Vincent had already put it so plainly, if he refused to go, wouldn’t that be admitting to guilt?

"Let’s go, do you think I’m afraid of you? I won’t admit to something I didn’t do!" Victor, steeling his resolve, pulled May’s hand, finally facing off with Vincent: "But let me make it clear, if today turns out to be your wrongdoing, don’t try to covet my woman again in the future, or don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

By now, Vincent was also pushed to the extreme by Victor’s threats: "Alright, it’s a deal then, Victor Grant, if it’s proven that you hired someone to assassinate me, you know what you have to do!"

Facing Vincent’s determined gaze, Victor couldn’t help but feel guilty, clenching his fingers silently.

The hitman was locked in the basement by Jacob. It wasn’t long before Jacob dragged the man, covered in blood, up from the basement and threw him in front of Victor and May.

Afraid that Vincent had been standing too long, Jacob quietly advised him: "Young master, why don’t you sit down and rest for a while?"

Although he’d only been standing a few minutes, this was already Vincent’s limit, given his frail body. Had it not been for his stubbornness and to showcase to May, he wouldn’t have stood this long, but even after such a short period, beads of sweat were visibly forming on his forehead.

Vincent knew he couldn’t keep pushing himself, for if he fell, it wouldn’t just be an injury, it would be a loss of face.

In front of the woman he loved, what he feared most was embarrassment.

"The man standing in front of you, surely you recognize him?"

After sitting in his wheelchair, Vincent raised his hand to point at Victor’s face, indicating the man should speak.

That man had naturally seen Victor before since he was a previous employer, but he also knew Victor was not someone to be messed with; if he gave Victor away, he’d be done for.

So he rolled his eyes and said to Vincent while lying on the ground, "I don’t know him. Us hitmen take jobs online, so I don’t know what employers look like!"

Upon hearing this, Jacob immediately kicked the man, causing him to fall to the ground and cough up blood: "You bastard, you said before you’d seen Victor Grant’s face, now you’re saying you haven’t?"

Vincent waved his hand, indicating to Jacob not to be violent, as their violent behavior would only make May doubt that they were coercing a confession: "Jacob, speak persuasively, don’t use violence; show May the previously recorded video, and also the transaction details of this man’s account that we’ve uncovered."

Upon hearing this, Jacob turned and exited the living room. It wasn’t long before he returned with a video recorder, handing it to May.

May took it, glanced at it a few times, and this video was the same as the one Monica Lambert had shown her before, but...

"The person covered in blood in this video, who knows if they’re confessing under coercion from you?" Victor deliberately pointed at the face in the video and said to Vincent.

Vincent lifted his head and glanced at Victor, a sneer escaping him: "Victor Grant, what’s your implication? Feeling guilty?"

Victor hesitated for a moment, then snorted coldly: "Why would I feel guilty? I didn’t do any of it. Don’t thrust a random person in and expect me to simply admit!"

"Rest assured, I’m not that foolish. Later, this man will be sent to a police station for identity verification. Whether it’s as you claim, any discerning person will see it right away."

May silently listened to the conversation between the two men, suddenly snapping the camera shut, and placed it on the coffee table.