“They were all dismissed by Vincent. He said you were going abroad for medical care, and that the yacht had been handed over to him to manage.”
Just then, Vincent called, his voice smooth and oddly gentle.
“Wife, happy Valentine’s Day! Did you get the roses? I’m sorry, but I have an important client today and really can’t get out of it. I can’t spend the evening with you, so why don’t you go grab something nice with your friend? I’ll reimburse you.”
I glanced at the yacht where Vincent stood holding Desiree by the waist, and a sneer touched my lips.
“Alright, work is important. Go ahead.”
Fearing I might say more, he hung up at once.
Leighton’s anger flared, and she stomped.
“Jasmine, can you tolerate this? That bastard is using your yacht and your money to throw a party for his mistress! I’m going to tear him apart right now!”
I gripped her arm to hold her back.
“Don’t rush. Look at Desiree’s show; there are so many guests and her bragging posts. Do you think she’s just celebrating a holiday?”
Leighton frowned. “You mean…”
“Wait. She’s definitely planning something big.”
We found a quiet corner and sat down, watching and waiting.
Sure enough, as the party reached its peak, Desiree suddenly took the microphone and sweetly pulled Vincent to the center.
She wore a dazzling couture gown, her makeup flawless, and clung to him with the polished airs of a hostess.
“Thank you, everyone, for coming to this yacht party. Today marks its first launch, and to celebrate, all the drinks are on Vincent!”
At once, cheers and flattery filled the air.
Leighton rolled her eyes, her voice sharp with disgust.
“Using your money to play generously, what a shameless bitch!”
Right after, Desiree shifted the focus. Her cheeks flushed, and her voice turned shy.
“Actually, today I have even bigger news to share with everyone…”
She pulled out a pregnancy test report and held it high for all to see. “The genes have successfully invaded, Vincent is on the way!”
The crowd erupted, cheers rising one after another. “President Davidson, amazing! Double happiness at once!”
“Congratulations, President Davidson! Congratulations, Desiree!”
“When’s the wedding banquet? We’re waiting for the wedding candies!”
Vincent’s smile stiffened, a flash of panic showing in his eyes, leaving him completely off guard.
I knew at once what rattled him.