Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 272: Who Are You For Real?

Vincent was standing outside, enjoying a smoke. One hand held the cigarette tucked between his long fingers, while the other hand played with a small, folded, tricky knife that looked more like a keychain.

"Boss, we got the information you were looking for," one of Vincent’s men informed him as he approached.

Vincent leisurely exhaled a cloud of smoke, tossed the cigarette butt onto the ground, crushed it under his foot, and took the phone handed to him by the man.

He listened to the voice on the other end of the line and replied, "Send all the details you get," before hanging up.

Meanwhile, inside the basement, the long cries of a man had finally ceased, leaving only the desperate voice of the second man echoing, "I’ll tell you everything! Please, don’t do this to me!" He sounded utterly terrified.

A wicked smirk spread across Vincent’s lips. "Let’s have a look at what exactly he’s done with them. It better be worth watching."

Vincent stepped inside the dimly lit basement room, only to find Justin calmly cleaning his blood-stained fingers with wet wipes Noah was handing him. Both Justin and Noah looked composed, entirely unaffected, as if this was just another day for them.

Vincent’s curiosity piqued as he walked further into the room. His eyes widened momentarily at the gruesome scene, but then a delighted smile spread across his face as if he were admiring a masterpiece.

The man in the left chair—the one who had shot Aiden—was slumped lifelessly. His stomach had been torn open, his guts pulled out and lay bare, spread along his legs, with a pool of blood beneath the chair. He had suffered a horrific and agonizing death, the kind that explained the harrowing screams that had filled the room earlier.

Justin had done it in such a way that the man didn’t die immediately, forcing him to feel every excruciating beat of pain. It was the work of someone skilled, someone who had done this a few times before.

was trembling in fear, his eyes wide with terror, as if the tortured death of his companion had been more than enough

scene with an amused expression as he addressed

replied, finishing

skills unless he’s a maniac—and you’re far too sane for that," Vincent remarked, a wicked grin tugging at

what we need from the other one," Justin said coldly before walking out of the

a word. He leaned casually against the table behind him, crossing his legs as he observed the

to stammer, his fear overriding

presented on a

found something too," Vincent commented as he joined them. "I didn’t expect

tablet back to Noah. "From wherever they are, they’ll pay for what they’ve

happens there without their permission, and nothing goes unnoticed by them. It’s one of the

sharp mind already calculating. He turned to Noah. "I want the entire history of that family for

Harper," Noah replied, immediately getting

stood by Justin’s side, observing him as he gazed into the dark sky, his expression serious, as if countless thoughts were running through

at it, only to hear Vincent say, "You definitely look like someone who enjoys a smoke when there’s a lot on your mind."

and Vincent lit it for him. They smoked in silence for a moment before Vincent spoke again. "Who are you, the real

the time comes," Justin replied and once more the