THE LOST HEIRESS
About this piece of the past, I didn’t tell Theodore.
It was the summer vacation of senior year.
I unfortunately almost drowned.
Vincent passed by and, without a word, dove into the water to fish me out.
When I regained consciousness, he had already left.
The crowd of onlookers were busy taking care of me and didn’t pay attention to his appearance.
I asked around later.
The evaluation I got was just:
“The boy has good character, doing good deeds without leaving his name.”
“It’s a pity, didn’t see clearly what he looked like, just remember he was very handsome.”
I had a general outline in my head.
Tall and thin, about my age.
Later when I entered university.
I saw Vincent at a swimming competition.
His diving motion, his swimming posture, everything awakened my memory.
It looked like him.
I went to him for confirmation.
Vincent was stunned for a second, then nodded: “Yeah, it was me.”
——That was the beginning of my acquaintance with Vincent.
It’s just that this matter had now become Vincent’s bargaining chip to threaten me.
My mood was very uncomfortable.
Seeing I didn’t want to talk, Theodore didn’t press further.
After the tutoring session ended, I returned to the Lancaster family as usual.
I guessed Vincent wouldn’t let it go.
But I never expected.
To win me back, he didn’t hesitate to hurt Layla.
At the last banquet, Layla spoke rudely to me.
She was taken back by the police for half a day of education.
Since then, I hadn’t seen her again.
This time I saw news about her on social media.
The video of Layla framing me was leaked online.
Sparking widespread mockery from netizens.
That wasn’t the main point.
The main point was, someone exposed several sets of photos of her wearing revealing clothes.
Saying she loved using these photos to seduce rich men.
Regardless of whether the other party was single or not.
Layla’s parents were both writers, having some reputation themselves.
Her photos quickly hit the hot search.
Netizens ridiculed:
[Writer parents raised a child like this?]
[So-called writers are nothing more than this.]
I looked at these discussions, not feeling happy.
Who exactly did this?
Very quickly, I had the answer.
Vincent came to find me, looking ecstatic.
He said: “Daphne, did you see the hot search?”
“I saw it.”
“Are you happy?”
I was extremely shocked: “Did you do it?”
“That’s right.”
“Why did you do that?”
“You don’t like Layla, so I exposed her true face. From now on, whoever you don’t like, I will deal with them. I can do anything for you.”
… He seemed to be crazy.
That excited tone, that fanatical, twisted expression.
He was no longer the Vincent I knew.
“Daphne, having taken revenge, don’t you feel very refreshed now?”
He looked at me with full anticipation.
But what he waited for was not my praise.
But a slap.
I slapped Vincent fiercely.
No matter how much I hated Layla, I couldn’t use this method to ruin her reputation.
I hurriedly called Arthur.
Asked him to find a way to take down those photos.
There were too many marketing accounts involved.
Some were cooperative and deleted the photos immediately.
Some pretended to be troubled, actually wanting to extort a sum.
I called them one by one.
“Yes, please delete those photos.”
“For no reason, you are invading a girl’s privacy.”
Thunder rumbled in the sky.
The rain that had been stifled for a long time finally poured down.
When I finished the last call, my throat was almost hoarse.
Suddenly I noticed a gaze that had been watching me from the side.
It was Layla.
She didn’t have an umbrella, just standing in the rain.
Her eyes looking at me, blurry and helpless.
I looked down and saw the navigation interface on her phone.
Destination: Grand River Arch Bridge.
Also a famous suicide spot.