Chapter 275

Twenty minutes later, Vivian finally came face-to-face with Vincent Reeves. Angelina was tied up in a chair, no visible wounds but pale as a ghost—clearly, someone had tried to get something out of her. Vivian glanced over impassively, her face unreadable. Angelina’s lips were pressed tight, but her eyes lit up the second she saw Vivian. Holy crap, their boss herself came to bail her out—her heart was thumping like crazy! So hyped right now! “Sir, this woman took out a few of our guys,” one man reported with a grim face, his wrist obviously injured. Vincent Reeves gave a soft chuckle. “Well, I guess you didn’t treat Miss Grant with enough respect. Understandable she got a little upset.” While saying this, his eyes landed on Vivian with a warm, gentle gaze, like some kind older relative. Vivian stared at him for a long beat, then let out a quiet laugh. “You sure made yourself hard to find, Mr. Reeves.” “I try,” Vincent replied lightly. His skin was sickly pale, but his features were sha