Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

"The first time I saw your wife was on your wedding day ten years ago. I remember she was so beautiful, with her doe eyes and sweet smile, she looked like a goddess," Gregory Maxwell said.

Vincent's viper gaze deepened, full of malice, but Mr Maxwell was too engrossed in telling his story and trying to make it sound like Chloe was the best woman to ever grace the earth.

"She is also very kind and gentle. Your wife makes all men wish they have her, and all women wish they are her," Gregory Maxwell said. "Mr. Gray, you're one lucky man!"

After he finished praising Chloe to the moon and back, he saw Vincent Gray smiling at him, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. He looked so pissed off. His viper gaze showed that he wanted to curse Mr Maxwell for offending him.

Gregory Maxwell didn't know what he said wrong. Obviously, he wanted to give a favorable impression so Vincent would be happy, so he was visibly confused when Vincent got angry.

"Mr. Gray, did I… say something wrong?"

Vincent said nothing.

He got up from his chair and walked towards Mr Maxwell's chair. He stood in front of the old man, and when Mr Maxwell wanted to get up from the chair, Vincent suddenly raised his leg and kicked the old man's chest ruthlessly.

"ARGH!" Mr Maxwell fell while he was still on the chair. He hit the floor face-first until he had a nosebleed.

He got a concussion. He also had a throbbing pain in his chest that made him unable to breathe properly for a few seconds.

Mr Maxwell yelled at Vincent, "W—Why did you kick me?!"

"Because you dare to call my wife beautiful," Vincent replied coldly. "Nobody is allowed to call her beautiful. I want all of you call her as fat bitch, or whale. Whatever to humiliate her."

Mr Maxwell didn't understand why Vincent disliked seeing his wife being praised. He even went as far as wanting to humiliate his obviously beautiful wife.

Shouldn't he be proud to have a wife like Chloe? After all, she was also well-educated and seemed to be a good mother.

However, Gregory Maxwell didn't dare to ask because he was scared it might infuriate Vincent even more.

Vincent walked towards Mr Maxwell, who was trying to avoid him by crawling away.

Vincent stepped on his back to stop him from crawling and continued, "You want her, right?" Vincent accused

"W—What?! I—I never said that!" Gregory Maxwell denied it. He had plenty of mistresses already.

And even if he found Chloe attracted, it wasn't his style to go after someone's wife. And he wasn't stupid enough to go after Vincent Gray's wife. That was basically suicide!

Vincent didn't know why he was so angry about this.

He had long expected this old man would try to bootlick him by praising Chloe to the moon and back. So he shouldn't be angry.

But he could no longer bear it when Gregory Maxwell kept praising Chloe's beauty.

'Even if what he said is true. That ungrateful bitch should not be praised for being beautiful. She is just a cheap woman I picked up in high school. She has no worth,' Vincent thought.

He tried to convince himself, thinking that was the best method to humble Chloe and make her obey.

"You should never covet someone else's wife," Vincent said. "I will never allow anyone to touch her. She is ugly, filthy, disgusting, and she is mine, do you understand that?"

"I never want to covet your wife!" Gregory Maxwell tried to defend himself. He wanted to clarify because Vincent Gray didn't seem to be in the right mind.

He seemed to have completely lost it when they talked about Chloe Gray.

"I know that you have a lot of mistresses, and you tend to keep your mistress in an apartment, right?"

"I—I didn't— ARGH!"

Vincent pressed his shoe sole on the old man's back until he groaned in pain, "Speak the truth, or you'll never leave this mansion alive."

Gregory Maxwell knew that Vincent wasn't playing around, and he couldn't fight back nor report that kind of death threat to the authorities. Because Vincent had way too much power, he could easily twist the fact to make Gregory become the suspect instead.

"Yes…" Gregory Maxwell replied weakly. "I have many mistresses. But I will never covet your wife! I was just giving genuine praise to her— ARGH!"

Vincent pressed the sole harder until the old man felt his intestine squish.

"Didn't I tell you not to praise her?"

"S—Sorry—"

"Tell me that she is disgusting."

"She… is filthy— urk—"

Vincent lifted his feet after he saw the old man was about to puke out his dinner. He didn't want a filthy thing to dirty his office.

"Good, now we can have a proper conversation," Vincent said. He returned to his chair and sat leisurely while Gregory Maxwell tried to recover from the pain.

Gregory Maxwell got up by holding onto the desk and then fixed the chair before sitting on it again. His whole body was still in pain, but he didn't dare to show it because he didn't want to anger Vincent even more.

Vincent waited until Gregory Maxwell was ready for another conversation and said, "My ungrateful wife has run away from home. She is now living with a millionaire in New York. I've hidden my wife and children away from the media for so long, so the only people who can hide them are the ones who've seen them, and the culprit should be closely connected with Gray family."

"You are one of the prime suspects, Gregory Maxwell," Vincent said. "You've known her since my wedding day. You have the habit of hiding your mistresses inside an apartment and visiting them one by one. You said it yourself that my wife is a beauty."

"All you did so far only makes you more suspicious, Mr. Maxwell."

'Ah, so this is the real problem. He simply fucked my business because he wanted to