Chapter 220: It Must Taste Delicious
Zachary glanced at Vincent, stroking his beard, a glint of excitement flashing in his eyes. Vincent was easily swayed by a pretty face—his greatest pleasure in life was chasing women. The moment he saw Claire’s photo, his eyes went wide. He was completely caught up in it, barely aware of Zachary’s watchful gaze. When he heard Zachary’s astonished words, his attention was fully on Claire.
“Zachary, do you know this woman?” Vincent asked, his curiosity piqued.
Vincent and Zachary had known each other for a while, their bond forged over shared interests—of course, that shared interest was women.
“Of course I do. What? You don’t know her?” Zachary replied, his jaw almost dropping in disbelief.
“No,” Vincent shook his head.
“Damn! You’ve got to be kidding me, man. This is the daughter of the Prescott family—the little princess of the wealthiest family. But the truth is, she killed someone and went to prison. She’s just been released. Otherwise, how could she be working at Hiokech Group? And she’s not even a Prescott.”
Vincent blinked in disbelief. “What? You’re kidding, right?”
Zachary chuckled. “You seriously don’t know? It was all over the news years ago—the whole fake heiress scandal. But, of course, the Prescott family swept it all under the rug.” He leaned back with a smirk, savoring the moment. “No one dares talk about the Prescott family. But now, this little princess—she’s probably barely hanging on by a thread.”
Zachary paused, then added, “Oh, by the way, didn’t you say she works at Hiokech Group? That reminds me—there was a rumor I heard not long ago. Apparently, this Prescott family princess has been released, and now she’s struggling just to get by. She even applied to a big company for an internship. Makes sense now, doesn’t it? How else would she be here, working at Hiokech?”
Zachary deliberately probed, testing the waters. If Vincent knew about Claire’s engagement to Frederick, there was a way he’d dare make a move.
Vincent, looking increasingly confused, scratched his head. “I don’t know why you’re so surprised. I was overseas for years, remember? I only came back because things got messy with my wife—she was trying to move assets around. My whole life’s been chaos, and you think I had time to keep up with news like this?”
He slumped back, a pained look crossing his face as he thought of his domestic troubles.
“Yeah, I know all about that,” Zachary said with a sigh, feigning regret. “Man, if only you didn’t have that wife of yours. Just think about the Prescott family’s little princess—pampered her whole life, delicate, soft. She must be absolutely irresistible.” He sighed again, his expression a fall of mock helplessness, but every word was calculated to entice Vincent further. He knew Vincent was in a bad place, and he was feeding into it. Vincent needed to blow off some steam, and Zachary was happy to provide the bucket.
With that, Zachary turned and returned to his massage table. Meanwhile, Vincent lay there, distracted, his thoughts consumed by Claire’s photo. His phone buzzed incessantly with messages from her, each one more urgent than the last. Claire was desperate to meet him.
“Zachary,” Vincent suddenly said, sitting up, his voice tight with impatience. “I just remembered something I need to take care of! You go ahead, enjoy your massage.” He couldn’t sit still any longer. He quickly got up and walked out of the massage room.
The moment he stepped outside, he pulled out his phone and typed a reply to Claire: [In that case, let’s meet, Ms. Prescott.]
Zachary watched Vincent hurry off with a knowing smile, a smug chuckle escaping his lips. “Ha, you pervy thing, I know exactly what you’re up to,” Zachary muttered under his breath, pleased with the way things were playing out.