世界上最不安全的人

Chapter 436 - Four Hundred And Thirty-six: The Vincent-3

The third point of view:

"Father,"

The instant their eyes met, sparks flew. Everyone could see the imaginary electricity crackling between their faze. None of them were willing to bow.

Her father was still the same; stubborn and unyielding. But so was she - at least acquired over the years. Today, no one would intimidate her, she was ready for all.

"Who is he?" was his question, which sounded more like an order.

"My Fiancé, got any problem with that?" her tone suggested a brewing war. Cecil was definitely not here to sulk up to her father. She feared him. No longer.

At the mention of "Fiancé," Emerald noticed the way Fernandez blanched - he was thrown off by the revelation. He didn't expect that.

"He had the nerve to come here," the giant fumed inwardly. The only reason he had dragged Fernandez off that seat and bashed him against the wall was because of her parents. Although Emerald didn't hold Cecil's family in high esteem - they failed her, hence they failed him as well - he had to make a good first impression.

This was why he should have killed Fernandez that day. Dead men do not disturb nor attempt to try their luck. Yes, this was Fernandez trying the best of luck to usurp his position in Cecil's life - as if that would work. After this meeting, he and Fernandez would have a long talk - Cecil doesn't have to know about that one.

"Gosh, congratulations, sister!" Erica appeared to be happy and Cecil was almost deceived by that gesture until she added, "By the way, what does he do for a living?"

Cecil's head whipped around so fast, her neck popped, and glared at that idiot. Who does that?

"Why are you so interested in what my man does for a living?" She fired at her sister.

"Why are you being so serious, sister?" Erica chuckled, tugging her hair behind her ear, "I just wanted to know about my brother-in-law's occupation so I can help him out in the future,"

That pretender! Why doesn't she just admit she wants to mock her for choosing someone below their family's standard. Cecil saw through her trick.

"Don't worry, he doesn't need your help. And mind you, he's not your brother in law,"

"What?"

"I'm not a member of this family, remember?" Cecil threw that fact on their faces.

"Sister, don't say that," Erica chose to speak even when everyone remained mum - they knew they were guilty.

"No matter what, you still have Vincent's blood running through your veins notwithstanding what you did," She tactically informed everyone in the room of her ugly past.

"Shut up," Emerald said to everyone's shock

"What? Me?" Erica pointed to her chest unsure.

"If I tell you my occupation would that shut your trap up?"?Emerald's gaze was dark and stern, causing fear to leap into Erica's heart unconsciously.

Why does that man seem scary? Erica reasoned inwardly. She only wanted to keep her sister in her place. There was no way in hell Cecil would come out from God knows where to steal her place in the family now. She has worked so hard for her father - she deserved a great proportion of their father's inheritance.

The truth was that Erica had always been jealous of her sister, Cecil. Unlike them, Cecil had always been the free-spirited one amongst them - always doing what she loved notwithstanding their father's opinion.

Amid her mistakes, their father was always easy on her and seemed to grab the man's attention and fury without effort. Unlike her, who had to work her ass to impress her and get her father's attention.

"What are you doing?" Cecil was about to stop him, but he was already gone.

Erica took a step back when Emerald strode over to her with his towering height. For a moment there, with that dark look in his eyes, she had thought the giant would hit her or something. But to her utmost surprise, he simply reached for her hand and placed a card in it, gave her a long stare before heading over to Cecil's brow.

With furrowed brows, Erica fearfully glanced down at the card and her eyes almost popped out from shock.

Her lips trembled, "H-hoe is this possible? You're the vice president…."

Cecil stared suspiciously at Emerald, what had he given to the proud Erica to make her this shocked.

As if sensing her inner turmoil, Emerald leaned down and whispered into her ears, "Don't worry about a thing, your man is full of surprises,"

Cecil rolled her eyes, amused.

The truth was that apart from being in a mafia, Emerald was the vice president of whatever company Sakuzi made up for him. And yes, that was a real company.

In common people's eyes, they run a legitimate business - only a few knew the real business the Sakuzi's engaged in. Those legal businesses were just a front to cover up what they really did in the secret.

Emerald noticed the secret glance Vincent and Fernandez's passed each other and from that only, he surmised that the idiot might have told the old hag he was a gangster.

Fools, he laughed inwardly. If only Cecil would give him an order, he would eliminate them both in just one night. The world was better off without them anyway.

"That's enough!" Vincent boomed, "Sit. All of you,"

Everyone obeyed.

Emerald sat directly across from Fernandez, their eyes meeting briefly before the son of a bastard looked away, while Pedro was sandwiched between his future father and mother. With that protective position, he knew they were protecting him from his creep of a father - not that he needed it, but thanks anyway.

"I'm sure you know why you are," Vincent told her.

Cecil retorted, "Quite funny because I wonder why I was summoned here,"

"Don't test my patience Cecil," Vincent warned his daughter, who was slowly getting on his nerves.

"You were the one who invaded my personal space, father," she said with heavy sarcasm, "So If anyone here should be pissed, that should be," She added, "Now, why am I here, father?"

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