Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

After shattering all the ceramic and glass bowls and plates on the floor, he asked the maid with a thin smile, "Now, do you understand what I'm hinting at here?"

The maid gulped. She looked down to stare at the amount of shattered ceramic and glass on the floor, with all the food that had been carefully crafted by a popular Michelin chef that got hired two days ago.

"Do you get the hint?" Master Gray asked her for the second time.

"Um… I-i-it means the chef doesn't do a good job—"

Vincent clicked his tongue and slammed the table.

"WRONG!" he shouted, and the maid shrieked in fear. She stepped back and slipped on the food until she fell on her butt.

Her palm accidentally pressed on a piece of broken glass and stabbed her until blood started trickling down from her palm to the floor.

However, she was too terrified of Master Gray's wrath that she didn't even feel the physical pain on her palm.

"That means none of you did a good job!" Vincent yelled. "Didn't I tell all of you to taste the food first before serving it to me?"

"W—We tasted it, Master—"

"Then your tongues are all cheap, and broken!" Vincent continued berating the maid. "It tastes like dog food! How dare you serve me with dog food?! Damn, I didn't know that I'm hiring so many trash dogs in my mansion!"

The maid lowered her head and continued listening to Master Gray's complaint.

This often happened after Mrs Gray left the mansion. He rarely ate any food cooked by Mrs Gray and would often insult her for no real reason.

But after her departure, he suddenly had the urge to eat dinner every night at the mansion. If he was in a bad mood, he would suddenly say the food was trash, fire the chef and even all the cooks.

The chef had the highest turnover rate to the point that the head maid had to hire a new chef weekly.

So the problem wasn't the food. The chef delivered the food really well, but Master Vincent Gray just wanted to have someone he could abuse.

Since Mrs Gray wasn't here anymore, he abused everyone instead.

'How I wish Mrs. Gray could be here to protect us and take the beating instead…' the maid thought.

Vincent ordered, "Fire that chef and try a female chef instead. Maybe they can actually make good home cooked food. Seriously, why can't nobody make a dinner that is similar to my wife's cooking? What's so hard about making some simple homemade food? You are all fucking useless!"

He left the dining room and walked to his home office to spend time reading a few documents. It was the only way for him to keep his mind busy.

He sat in his chair and read a few documents, and then he heard a knock on the door.

"Master Gray, there is a guest at the gate. He wants to have an audience with you. His name is Mr. Gregory Maxwell," the maid said behind the door.

Vincent's mood eased a little once he heard this. Thus he replied, "Let him come to my office. I'll deal with him myself."

Vincent waited for about twenty minutes until he heard another knock on the door, and the maid opened the door carefully.

"Master Gray, Mr. Gregory Maxwell is here."

"Let him in."

Gregory Maxwell slowly entered the home office of Vincent Gray, the Master of the Gray family.

He saw Mr Vincent Gray sitting on the chair, still wearing a formal shirt and trousers, still reading a document.

"G—Good evening, Sir," Gregory Maxwell greeted first, and Vincent gave him a quick glance before returning to read his document.

"Sit down," Vincent commanded, and Mr Maxwell sat obediently.

They were in complete silence for a while because Vincent was still reading his document, and Gregory was too nervous to start the conversation, despite being twenty years older than Vincent.

After all, Vincent Gray was far more ruthless than Vaughn Gray in any way.

Vaughn could be bribed by women. He would be in a better mood after he fucked a new beauty, but that didn't work with Vincent.

Vincent was immune to any kind of bribery. He would fuck the beauty offered but still go on his ruthless way for business.

Vincent finished reading one document, then took off his glasses and stared at Gregory Maxwell, an old colleague of his late dad— Vaughn Gray.

Mr Maxwell had been cooperating closely with the company for at least twenty years. In fact, if it wasn't for Vaughn— and now Vincent's generosity, Mr Gregory Maxwell would never be this rich.

He was basically a millionaire because he sucked up to the Gray family. With some competence, he could rack up his wealth over twenty years.

Too bad it would end soon.

"Mr. Gregory Maxwell."

"Y—Yes!"

"May I know why you came to my mansion? I don't remember inviting you here," Vincent asked, still with his smile that always scared everyone facing him.

Mr Maxwell gulped nervously. He came here because he got the letter from Vincent Gray's secretary, stating the one-sided termination of cooperation between the companies.

Despite being a successful businessman, he knew his company would crumble in less than a year without Gray's family. Vincent's giant enterprise was the main client that generated at least 80% of the company's income. Vincent was also the main shareholder.

He was shocked by the sudden termination because everything seemed to be working just fine as much as he remembered.

The business was booming as always, and under Vincent's great management, all the project partners earned a lot of profit from his various businesses.

So why?

Why did Vincent suddenly terminate their partnership? Their companies had been together for twenty years!

"That— I wonder if there is a problem with our business. Because I got the news a few days ago that our long-time partnership got terminated," Mr Maxwell said. "Please tell me if there is something wrong, I will fix it immediately."