Crazy Rich Vincent Victor

Your Friend Came Over For Breakfast

"Son, how long have you been standing there? Were you listening to my conversation?" Mr Devine asked Vincent.

"No. I just came here now. Though, I wish I came earlier so I could understand why you're behaving so jumpy." Vincent replied.

"Jumpy? Me? No. This is just stress from work. I can assure you. I just have a lot on my plate to deal with." Mr Devine said.

"Okay, but why did you just leave the table like that? You're getting my mother worried and worked up." Vincent said.

Mr Devine massaged between his eyebrows with his fingers and he shut his eyes feeling frustrated all of a sudden. He was so fed up with his life. These days he just has control over nothing.

Mr Devine couldn't tell Vincent anything about what was happening because if he warned Vincent against Ferdinand then it would only arouse suspicion in Vincent and he would want to find out more about what is happening.

Vincent was a smart kid. He was sure to figure out something fishy if Mr Devine made a single sentence with