Chapter 80

"Move that box from the balcony to my car."

Vincent Wilson immediately rolled up his sleeves. "Got it! I'm the best at manual labor!"

"And—" Alexander Hamilton's gaze darkened. "Take the rock audio system too. Don't leave it here."

Vincent froze, his eyes darting between Alexander and Annabelle Taylor.

In the end, he sided with Alexander. "Annabelle, Alex is right. We can't disturb the neighbors. How about this? Once he buys you that villa, I'll personally deliver the sound system. You can party as loud as you want then."

Annabelle's face twisted with displeasure.

Alexander was already impatient. "Vincent, hurry up. I'm on a tight schedule."

"Right away!"

Vincent dashed to the balcony, hoisted the cardboard box, and headed for the door. "Alex, I'll head down first."

"Hmm."

Alexander turned to Annabelle, his eyes sharp. "Since you're pregnant, behave yourself. If it weren't for the baby, I wouldn't have lifted a finger to clean up your cousin's mess. Push me further, and I'll send him straight to jail."

At the mention of her cousin, Annabelle's tone softened. "Alex, Andy—"

"He's at work."

Downstairs, Vincent had already placed the box beside the car.

Alexander unlocked the trunk and loaded it in.

Vincent sidled up, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. "Alex, this box is full of women's clothes?"

Alexander shot him a cold look. "Got a problem with that?"

Vincent immediately shrank back. "N-no, not at all."

"From now on, if Annabelle asks you for favors, check with me first."

"Understood!"

Alexander slid into the driver's seat, fingers tapping the steering wheel. "Vincent."

"Yeah, Alex?"

"Stay out of my divorce."

"Why? That woman's just after your money. Dragging it out means she wants a bigger payout. Leave it to me—"

Alexander's glare cut him off. "What exactly are you planning?"

Vincent flinched. "The usual. Threats and incentives."

"Don't you dare!" Alexander's voice turned icy. "The fault lies with me and Annabelle. She did nothing wrong."

Vincent scoffed. "Nathan said the same thing. But Alex, don't be naive. I checked—her family's average. How much can a doctor earn? She's definitely trying to milk you dry."

"I wish she would ask for money..."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Nothing. Remember my words. Hands off her."

"Fine, fine. Got it."

Alexander slammed the door and drove off.

Vincent stood there, staring at the brand-new rock audio system, when inspiration struck.

So he couldn't touch her, huh?

Then he'd arrange a "chance encounter" to make her file for divorce herself!

The more he thought about it, the more brilliant the idea seemed.

As for the leading man?

He smoothed his hair in the rearview mirror, flashing a confident grin.

Who else but him?

This honey trap was his to execute!