Chapter Thirty-Nine: Angry Husband

Angry Husband

Minah knocked on the door as harshly as she could when they reached the motel room. She stood there, waiting for about a minute with a barely concealed impatience. Vincent swung the door open; his polo shirt was unbuttoned all the way through. If her presence caught him off guard, she was not so sure. Her eyes went directly to his room, searching for the teenager he brought in.

“What brought you here?” Vincent asked.

Minah clenched her fist inside her pocket. Her fists were itching so much to punch this worthless bastard’s face. “You might want to consider swapping… items…” She grimaced at the last word she uttered.

Items.

A grin formed on Vincent's lips. He raked his infuriating eyes on her, his hands were blocking the door. “Swapping?” He mimicked her words in a mocking tone.

She rolled her eyes, her expression, disgusted. “I took a video of you drugging that girl earlier. I was planning to show it to your father at the next shareholder’s meeting. But I can drop