Ever since his promotion fell through, Vincent had been sidelined in Istra. He was walking on eggshells, aware that countless eyes were on him.
Vincent had been keeping a low profile lately, afraid to make a single move. But Eden, that idiot, had used his old connections to smuggle contraband and was caught red-handed.
Thankfully, Vincent had cut ties with those people in time; otherwise, Eden would have dragged him down with him.
From the moment Eden walked into the house, Vincent had been stone-faced.
A servant brought them tea and quickly left. Vincent took a sip, trying to suppress his anger, before speaking. "You went to Mr. Thompson Sr.'s birthday dinner. Did the old man say anything?"
"Grandfather was in a good mood for his birthday, so he didn't give me a hard time," Eden replied cautiously.
Vincent's expression didn't improve upon hearing this.
Eden had caused such a massive screw-up, and Mr. Thompson Sr. couldn't even be bothered to comment. It was obvious he had already given up on this grandson.
It made sense. With a brilliant grandson like Bennett, Mr. Thompson Sr. naturally had no regard for Eden.
Vincent had just received news that Bennett had been promoted again. To hold such a high position at his young age meant his career would only continue to climb.
Vincent had missed out on such a prize son-in-law, and now, looking at Eden, he found him more and more pathetic.
"I heard from a friend in the police department that your case is still under investigation. You're out on bail, but once a verdict is reached, you'll still have to face legal consequences."
Although Vincent couldn't stand Eden anymore, he was still his son-in-law, so he felt obligated to offer some advice.


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