บท 894: Chapter 887 - Beneath Their Stoic Masks

Vincent's jaw clenched, a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he absorbed the gravity of Greg's words.

His frustration simmered just beneath the surface, his annoyance threatening to spill over as he processed Greg's report. 

But before he could voice his discontent, a sudden movement caught his eye, diverting his attention.

"Sir?" Greg's voice broke through the momentary distraction.

Vincent refocused, his expression steely as he responded, "Did Young Master say anything or express suspicion when you informed him of my activity?"

"No, Sir. He placed complete trust in you. Our operatives in your hometown are standing by," Greg assured him. "Is there anything else you require?"

"No," Vincent replied tersely, his tone brusque. "Just keep me updated on the share transfer later." 

As Vincent's conversation with Greg concluded, a sense of urgency propelled him into action.