Can't Resist the Billionaire

Chapter 32 Our relationship made me sick

When Vincent said this, he was gnashing his teeth. Looking at his eyes full of revenge, I suddenly

became regretful.

He was a stubborn person. "I shouldn't have spoken so harshly. I'm asking for it now that I've become

desperate."

But if I don’t love him, Wasn’t it tiring to pretend to love him very much? If I lie to him to made him

happy, will he killed my heart one day?

"Well, what was the third one?" I sighed deeply in my heart. I knew that his rules could only be decided

by him. Now my goods were in the hands of him, so I could only let it be!

"The third one..." Vincent looked down at me and stretched his hand under me. My body suddenly

stiffened. At first, I thought this guy wouldn't want it. But then he suddenly smiled evilly and said. "It

seems to get hard again. Settle it for me first before leaving!"

"Vincent!!!"

It wasn't until the sun was shining on the head of the bed that Vincent let me go completely. Before I

left, because my clothes are not torn by him. He called someone and asked him to buy me a set of

clothes.

In fact, I hadn’t been working in his company for long, so I didn’t know clearly what business the

Vincent family was doing. When the man came to deliver the clothes, I seemed to recognize him. He

was the president of commercial buildings in our city. But his business seemed not to be related to

Vincent's company!

After the man sent the clothes, he exchanged a few words with Vincent and left. It seemed that he still

respected Vincent, although he was almost as old as my father.

Vincent took the clothes and threw it to me. Seeing that I seemed to be a little confused, he said to me.

"This person is the manager of my father's branch office. We have met several times!"

"What on earth did your family do?" I asked curiously while putting on my clothes.

Vincent didn't seem to care much about his identity, so he casually said. "A lot, anyway, there's nothing

to adapt to the market. Real estate, mining industry, hotel, now my father should also be engaged in

entertainment film and television!"

I knew that the family was very rich, but I didn't expect it to be so rich. When I heard what he said, my

hand paused. Although money couldn't be used to define people, the world was just made up by rich

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Vincent looked at my back wearing clothes and said to me complacently. "Now you know that although

your city is small, it still has my people. If you dare to disobey me, you know the consequences!"

I pursed my lips helplessly, turned around to glare at him, and said in a huff."If you dare touch my

parents, I will let you know the consequences!"

Vincent shrugged indifferently and sneered. "That's great. Let's restrict each other and don't cross each

other's bottom line. That's great!"

"Well, I'm leaving!" I didn't want to talk to the devil behind me. With one more word, I felt like I was

about to collapse.

"Wait a minute!"

Just as I turned around and was about to leave, Vincent, who was behind me, called for me to stop

again. I thought he was going to stop. I was about to lose my temper when I saw him taking out his

wallet from the table and stuffing a card and some money to me. "You take the money in this card and

take the change to get a taxi!"

I looked at the money and reluctantly did not take it. "I don't need your money. I have money!"

"I bought you all your clothes. Where did you get the money?" Vincent probably hated it when he and I

broke up so clearly, so he was angry and stuffed the money and cards back into my hands. This time,

he added a threatening tone. "Take it. If you dare to go back, you can have a try. See if I won't kill you!"

I pursed my lips. Knowing that I couldn't persuade him, I had to put the money away. But I still gave the

card back to him. "This is enough. I don't want your card!"

"You!" Vincent was so angry that he was going to be overturned by my principled action. He looked

down at the credit card on the table again and asked me angrily. "Do you think it's disgusting to give me

this thing?"

"Not disgusting? This is my principle. I took your money and I was sold out!" I explained to him in a low

voice.

This explanation made Vincent even more speechless. He sneered and said angrily. "You don't want

my money. It's better to sell it!"

"Vincent!" These words hurt a lot. My face suddenly darkened and my tone was a little unpleasant.

Knowing that I said something wrong, Vincent quickly stood up and comforted me. "Okay, okay, I said

something wrong!"

After saying that, Vincent walked out of the door and sighed helplessly. "You won't let me send you

back. I'm afraid that your parents will see it and you don't want my money. I really don't know what to

do with you!"

I walked to the door in silence and didn't explain much to him. Now I just wanted to leave here as soon

as possible and sneak back when my parents were not paying attention.

"I'll go back to City S later, and you go back with me in the afternoon. I'll see you in the company

tomorrow, okay?"Before leaving, Vincent ordered me with his habitual overbearing tone.

I turned to look at him and wanted to argue with him. But then I thought about it and decided to forget it.

The more I said, the more mistakes I made. This guy always had a strong temper. I had better leave

first.

"I understand..." Even though I was reluctant, he reluctantly agreed.

When we got home, I saw breakfast at the entrance of the community. I got out of the car and bought

three portions of soy milk and fried dough sticks. Then I took these things home and knocked on my

door.

Because I came back a little late, I didn't expect that my parents were still sleeping in the bedroom

when I went back. In order to cover up the fact that I didn't stay home last night. I had to pretend to go

out early in the morning to buy breakfast so that I could probably blind my parents' sharp eyes.

It was my father who opened the door. When he saw me suddenly appear, he was stunned at first, and

then shouted to my mother inside. "Don't call the police, she is back!"

Hearing my dad say. "Call the police!" I knew it was a big deal. Fortunately, I came back a little earlier.

Otherwise, if my parents did call the police, then I would have become famous in the city.

I smiled dryly at my father and pretended to know nothing about it. I asked my father."Dad, what are

you calling the police for? Was there a thief in our house?"