Chapter 635

Vincent's words-the Griffin family crossed someone they should never have-pierced the air, and Hannah's pulse stuttered. Her eyes flicked instinctively toward Vincent, searching his expression for a hint of what he meant. Was he referring to her?

Arthur's face contorted with disbelief as his tone rose, frustration spilling through his words. "All this chaos-over a woman? Vincent, aren't you taking this too far? My foolish grandson made a mistake, yes,but he didn't even succeed! Haven't you punished us enough? Must the entire Griffin family be ruined over one woman?"

He was still clinging to his authority, attempting to downplay the incident and appeal to Vincent's reason-hoping the weight of his seniority might soften Vincent's fury.

But every word only added fuel to the fire.

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With a violent crash, Vincent flung his cup to the marble floor, shards scattering across the room. He rose to his full height, the temperature in the room plummeting beneath the oppressive force of his presence. His voice, low and glacial, rolled out like distant thunder. "If he had succeeded..." His gaze sliced through Arthur, every syllable edged with menace. "None of the Griffin family would still be breathing."

The statement detonated through the room like a thunderclap.

Even Vincent himself felt a flicker of surprise at the violence in his tone, his fingers curling unconsciously at his side. Hannah-she was the reason his emotions were spiraling beyond control.

Nearby, Derek felt his entire body stiffen, an icy tremor crawling up his spine.

No one in that room understood Vincent's retribution better than Derek did. He had witnessed firsthand how Vincent had driven the Griffin Group to the verge of collapse, unearthed Arthur's trail of

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corruption and embezzlement, and personally delivered the evidence to the disciplinary commission-an act that had led to Arthur's suspension. It was only a matter of time before prison walls replaced his office.

And the rest of the Griffin family members had not escaped Vincent's wrath. Those who had benefited from Arthur's influence were exposed one by one,stripped of their wealth, their jobs,their power-until the once-mighty Griffin family name became little more than ash in the wind.

Derek could only stare in awe. Amnesia or not,Vincent's instinct to shield the woman he cared for remained as ferocious as ever-perhaps even more merciless. For Hannah, he would tear the heavens apart.

Fred and Arthur stood ghost-pale, terror carved across their faces at the sheer ferocity of Vincent's ire.

Hannah,frozen beside Vincent, felt her chest tighten as his voice echoed in her ears. In that single

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moment, every doubt she had harbored-every anxious test, every confused speculation-was silenced. Even stripped of memory, even behind his cold indifference and distant words, Vincent was still the same man who would shield her in his domineering,absolute way.

Arthur's knees nearly buckled beneath him. He steadied himself on his cane, his son clutching his arm to keep him upright. His voice quavered with rage and disbelief. "Vincent... you're really going to destroy the Griffin family over a woman?"

Vincent offered no reply. Not even a glance. He simply reached for a fresh cup, liftedit to his lips,and drank as if nothing had happened. But his silence spoke louder than words-it was an admission.

Fred leaned close to Arthur, panic creeping into his voice. "Dad, he's serious. He won't back down. What do we do?"

A glint of ruthlessness and calculation flashed in Arthur's murky old eyes. He muttered, "Don't panic.I

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anticipated this brat might not cooperate, so I have a backup plan."

Before coming here, he had already found out Vincent's whereabouts and had quietly sent someone to fetch Sharon. Vincent might disregard him, but the young man would never dare dismiss his grandmother.

Arthur was confident that Sharon would intervene on his behalf for the sake of their long-standing friendship.

Vincent's patience, however, was wearing thin. A single cold glance toward Derek was all it took.

Understanding the silent command immediately,Derek stepped forward and said politely, "Mr. Jones has pressing business and can't entertain guests any longer.I'll have to ask you both to leave. Please..."

Arthur brushed Derek off with a dismissive wave, his chin lifting in challenge as he sank back into his seat."Why the rush to send us away, Mr. Jones? I've taken the liberty of inviting a very esteemed guest-one I'm

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certain you'll want to receive. Be patient for a few more minutes."

Vincent's brows drew together in irritation, his expression hardening with visible contempt. He had no intention of humoring them further. Rising to his feet, he gripped Hannah's wrist firmly. "I'm done here," he said coldly.

They were just turning to leave when a familiar voice drifted from the doorway.

Both Vincent and Hannah froze, their faces darkening.

"Well,well-what a lively gathering!" came the voice,warm yet commanding. "Arthur, I came as quickly as l could!"

It was Sharon.

At once, Arthur's relief was palpable. His entire face brightened with unrestrained joy as he rushed forward."Sharon! Finally! It's been ages since we last met."

Sharon smiled, her tone gentle but authoritative as she rested a hand on his arm. "Arthur, it really has been years. You've held up remarkably well."

Watching them, Vincent's and Hannah's expressions soured instantly. They hadn't imagined Arthur would stoop so low as to involve Sharon.

Derek, meanwhile, felt a shiver of grim satisfaction.Those two fools had just signed their own death warrants. Because if there was one thing Vincent despised above all else, it was having Sharon disturbed or used as leverage. And by doing exactly that, the Griffin family had just sealed their fate.