The Established Siblings Of The Pack

Chapter 462

Chapter 463 It’s All in Vain

Heston instructed the nearby bodyguards of the Scarlet Heart Group, "Go ahead and collect a list of their names! F*ck! How dare they offend Mr. Nicholson? They’re all screwed!"

The president had issued an order, and the bodyguards did not dare to question it.

"Gather all of the fans in one corner and begin the registration of their identities and names one by one!"

Witnessing the fans being shoved aside and how the media reporters turned their attention to the lavishly dressed chairmen, Vincent’s expression was filled with despair.

He already knew that the situation was beyond repair.

He was at the top not too long ago, but he was now at rock bottom!

All his hopes about success had now vanished!

Boom!

Vincent’s legs gave out and he fell onto a chair.

His face was ashen as if he was an elderly man about to die.

"How did this happen… How did things turn out this way…" he murmured as he stared ahead blankly.

Just an hour ago, he was a respected professor about to reach the peak of his career. How could everything be completely destroyed in such a short time?

Struggling, Vincent turned to look at the icy Kingsley. "It’s you! You ruined my life!"

"You’re wrong. You’re the one who ruined my life!" said Kingsley in an icy tone. "You ruined my family and my childhood!"

"I didn't… I didn’t do that!" Vincent aggressively pulled his own hair. "I told you! Even if I didn’t expose your father back then, he still would have been killed by his enemies! Why are you blaming me for everything?"

Hearing this, Kingsley narrowed his eyes. "How are you so sure? Do you know these so-called enemies?"

"N-No, I don’t…" Vincent shook his head mindlessly. "It’s just that when I was doing business with him back then, he said something—"

Kingsley asked, "What did he say?"

"He said that the information he received and what he found were identical. The boss of The Nightingale Intelligence Agency is indeed Xavier Nicholson!"

Upon hearing Vincent’s words, Kingsley’s pupils constricted. "Have you met this person? What does he look like? What is his name?"

With a grim smile, Vincent replied, "It’s been seventeen years. I don’t remember anymore."

Kingsley clenched his fist. "You'd better try your best to recall it. This could be your last chance to live!"

At this, Elaine instantly cried, "Dad! Just tell him if you remember! You have nothing left. What else do you have to hide?"

"I really can’t remember…" a confused Vincent said with an aged expression. "After that incident, I struggled for a long time. I purposely tried to forget the person’s face. I only remembered that he seemed to have issues with his eyes."

While speaking, he wrapped his hand around his head and said in agony, "I really can’t remember anymore… But if I saw that person again, I’m sure I’d recognize him!"

Kingsley saw how dejected Vincent was and his heart sank.

He could tell that Vincent was not lying.

A person would selectively forget some things after a severe blow to their mental state.

Vincent also claimed in his book that after struggling a lot during that time, his personality had changed significantly. He was obviously still very affected by that incident. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Kingsley sighed. "You obviously already knew that you had indirectly murdered my parents. Why are you still trying to deny it?"

"I want to be rich! I want to be successful!" exclaimed Vincent with bloodshot eyes. "Those who look down on me will regret it only if I succeed! I’m not a murderer. I’m a well-respected scholar!"