Chapter 72
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In the evening, Vincent came home reeking of alcohol.
He had just finished a social engagement.
Even though he was the heir of the Hendrix family, the world of fame and fortune still required him to attend certain occasions.
After all, the Hendrix family wasn’t the only dominant force in the business world.
Diana disliked the suffocating smell of alcohol. She frowned slightly while sitting at her desk, then turned her attention to the financial magazine in her hands.
In the quiet room, only their breathing and the sound of her flipping pages could be heard.
Vincent lifted his eyelids lazily and walked toward her.
A strong mix of alcohol and cigarette scent engulfed her instantly. He had been smoking again.
“Why did you do that?” Vincent narrowed his eyes slightly, a glint of coldness and annoyance flashing through them.
Diana flipped another page stoically and replied calmly, “What are you trying to say?”
Vincent suddenly snatched the financial magazine from her hand. Within seconds, he tore it into pieces right in front of her. The magazine was reduced to countless fragments, fluttering down through the air and scattering all over the floor.
Diana’s fingers twitched slightly. As she looked at the mess, she felt like it perfectly mirrored her marriage–embarrassing and absura “Diana.” Vincent suddenly closed in on her, the overwhelming scent of alcohol enveloping her so tightly that she could hardly breathe. She instinctively tried to stand up and step away, but he grabbed her wrist. “What are you doing?” Diana frowned and reached out to push him away.
But in the next second, Vincent twisted both of her arms behind her head.
The strength difference between a man and a woman was too much. With just one hand, Vincent easily pinned her in place.
A sharp pain immediately shot through her.
Her wrists were truly ill–fated.
Earlier, he had gripped her so hard that they bruised. She had planned to wait and see if the swelling would subside by morning, and if not, buy some ointment from the pharmacy.
Now, it seemed she wouldn’t even get the chance to buy medicine. Her wrist was only getting worse and wouldn’t be healing anytime soon.
Vincent’s tall figure loomed over her, his brows furrowed. He questioned, “Why did you go that far? If you’re unhappy, come at me. Why did you have to bully Gabby?”
As soon as those words came out of his mou
,he clenched her wrist even harder. Diana cried out in pain, her face going pale from the intensity. “Unhand me, Vincent!” she shouted instinctively trying to kick him, but he pressed her down with his body.
It was a posture that might’ve looked intimate from afar. But right now, there was no trace of tenderness, only confrontation and fury. Vincent’s eyes were filled with disgust and
“It hurts? So you do know what pain feels like.”
Noticing the increasing pain on her face, he gave a cold, mocking laugh.
Diana’s eyes reddened, but her gaze remains tone was full of scorn. “Then did you think about how much her face hurt when you slapped her today?”
I firm as she stared straight at him. She said, word by word, “Even if I had the chance to go back into the past, I’d still slap her!”
“Shut up!” Vincent’s gaze turned glacial, and his grip tightened violently.
He thought of Gabriella crying in his arms earlier,
“Diana, if you dare lay a hand on Gabby again initifully, and his rage surged.
then you can say goodbye to these hands of yours!”
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The pain in her wrist was so intense that Diabna thought she might pass out. His strength, especially in his current rage, was utterly unchecked. If this continued, he might just break her
bones.
Her eyes burned, but she refused to cry.
At that moment, Vincent’s eyes seemed to be burning with white–hot rage, yet cold as ice at the same time. It would appear that he wanted her to pay for that slap.
Diana finally spoke, looking at him with a faint smile.
“If she means that much to you, then why don’t we go to the courthouse first thing tomorrow morning? After all, I’m nothing more than a nuisance to you who took the spot that rightfully belongs to Ms. Jackson, am I not?”
Hearing this, Vincent’s body suddenly froze. A moment later, he finally released her wrists.
