Chapter 98: Overthinking Things

He paced back and forth on the top and highest balcony of the building which graced his eyes with a magnificent overview of The Vincenzo mansion.

It really was a work of art!

The evening got darker by every passing minute, the day transitioned into night as the sun gradually got replaced by the moon and swallowed by the darkness of the clouds.

Clouds that seemed like they were stagnant and fixed in a particular position but were actually moving at an extremely slow pace.

The cold evening wind hit his face softly while he slowly walked back and forth with the fingers of both palms, loosely entwined in each other behind his back.

Suddenly, he paused.

Taking in a very deep breath of the cold gust that tingled his nostrils, Vincent let it all out by heaving out a deep sigh.

He turned back and walked over to the brown-coloured, round table that sat right in the middle of the room, which was surrounded by an expensive set of chairs with a similar colour and design; The Rattan Bistro set.

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