Chapter 501 Toby’s Evening Gown

Despite saying so, Vincent’s tone of voice was filled with uncertainty, and he couldn’t conceal it at all. It was evident that Vincent was worried—he believed that Toby would eventually investigate and find out about their plan. Vincent was merely trying to comfort and fool himself with his reassuring words.

At that moment, the maid ran over to Vincent and Lily. “President McRae, Fuller Group’s president’s assistant, Mr. Brown, is here to see you,” she uttered.

Vincent’s heart sank when he heard the words ‘Fuller Group’, and the muscles on his rugged face trembled as he spoke. “What did you say? Who’s here?”

“Daddy!” Lily grabbed onto Vincent’s hand in fear.

“President Fuller’s assistant, Mr. Brown,” the maid repeated. Vincent’s expression turned grim once he made sure that he hadn’t heard the wrong name earlier. All of a sudden, he got to his feet and paced back and forth beside the couch. “What’s he doing here? Why is he here?” Vincent balled his fists as he muttered.

“Mr. Brown said that he’s here to seek justice on behalf of President Fuller.” The maid looked up and gave Vincent a careful gaze. “He said that you and Lily were plotting against President Fuller…”

Bang! Before the maid finished her sentence, Vincent collapsed back onto the couch. “He knows about it, Dad. He knows!” Lily was so terrified that her entire being was shaking. As Vincent parted his lips to speak, anger began seeping out of his being. “I heard what the maid said!” he growled as he glared at Lily with his bloodshot eyes.

“Would you like to see Mr. Brown now, President McRae? He’s just behind the door,” the maid uttered.

Tell him that I’m not interested in meeting anyone. I

guess you have no choice but to see me.” Tom walked in with a grin on his face, a security guard and lawyer following behind him. The friendly smile on Tom’s face looked like the devil’s grin to both Vincent and Lily. Both of them were

to escape! After that, Tom had a conversation with both father and daughter. Both the McRaes looked as if their souls had escaped their

up the bridge of his nose. He looked like a fox who had just caught his meal of the day. About an hour later, Tom arrived

all of his company’s stocks soon. Then, the McRaes

wouldn’t have resulted in

realized how unsteady the company was. He figured that he would suck up the last bit of Paradigm Co.’s funds. However, Vincent’s capital wasn’t big enough,

decided to destroy the McRae Group, partially also because he wanted to avenge the death of Sonia’s father. Otherwise, Sonia might never know that she had enemies other than the Gray Family. “There’s something else, President Fuller.” Tom didn’t seem to mind that Toby hadn’t

was standing beside him, responded in a polite tone, “Old Mrs. Fuller’s 80th birthday party

gown for Sonia. With his brows knitted, Toby thought, I would have definitely used someone else’s name to send the dress over to Sonia before today. But now that I don’t

that she was bad at taking care of me; I even told her never to show up in front of me ever again. Toby massaged his temples as he felt a surge of regret in his chest. I shouldn’t have given up on looking for a heart donor so soon, and I shouldn’t have tried to cut things off with Sonia. If I knew that

like there was a dark cloud hovering above his head. It didn’t take long for Tom to figure out what was going on in Toby’s mind, and Tom cleared his throat as he muttered a few words under his breath. “You deserve it!” Previously, Tom had already told Toby not to give up so easily. Tom’s advice had been to

Tom as he wanted to

sure you don’t want to grow any further apart from Miss Reed, right? You should be thinking of ways to get close to her, and to turn your relationship back to how it was like when you were admitted into the hospital. You know what you should be doing, but you don’t know how to

his gaze without saying

right, so he continued speaking. “Well, your evening gown is the perfect way to go about this! Why

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