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Chapter 71: The Temperature of His Lips

His assistant relaxed, “Of course. If you help, your resources would be Mason’s condition.”

Vincent stirred his coffee before taking a sip.

His assistant asked,

“What will you do about your sister then?”

Vincent’s face showed a trace of displeasure.

“Nothing.”

Vincent sighed, “Have you found the person who defrauded me?”

“Not yet. Being in the public eye, we cannot draw too much attention. Thus, we can only investigate discretely.”

Although Vincent wasn’t top–tier, he was certainly a celeb with a substantial following and had accumulated quite wealth over the

years.

Vincent had been swindled when trying to secure a spot on the red carpet at an international fashion week.

The money was irretrievable and the fraud’s whereabouts unknown.

That’s why he shied from contributing during his family’s

economically trying times. He was genuinely poor.

“Fine. Just urge them to pay my salary from the last drama, I’ll be needing them soon.”

“I see.”

Soon, the assistant became anxious,

“Your sister is coming closer.”

Disdain was apparent on Vincent’s countenance,

“Unbelievable.”

Taking a deep breath, Vincent said,

“You go deal with her.”

The assistant nodded.

Preferring quietude, Sandra went toward the second floor.

She was unaware that Vincent was there.

Heading upstairs, she only noticed numerous bodyguards but didn’t inquire further.

Then someone called out to her.

“Sandra.”

A man in a black suit with sunglasses was watching her from not too

far away.

Confirming she was the only woman there, she said, “Yes?”

He approached and removed his sunglasses.

Sandra, who seldom interacted with her own family, had no impression of him.

The assistant, acting as if they were acquainted, gestured toward her seat, “May I join you?”

Sandra asked, “Are these your people?”

The assistant was momentarily taken aback by her sensitivity as a country girl.

But then it struck him that she must have accepted some training as

the young mistress of the Cooper.

The assistant bluntly spoke up,

“I’m here to tell you. Although Vincent is your brother, he owes your nothing.”

Sandra was confused by his words.

“It’s natural for you to cling to your celebrity brother. But I suggest you don’t.”

Only then did Sandra realize, “Are you Vincent’s assistant?”

Furrowing his brow, the assistant replied, “You didn’t recognize me?”

Believing that she was intentionally attracting attention, the assistant gazed at her scornfully,

“I have seen all sorts in this industry, so save your tricks.”

Sandra, having had enough, made a time–out” gesture.

“Why are you saying these to me?”

The assistant rebuked,

“The Cooper should settle its own affairs and not draw Vincent into

them.”

Grasping the situation, Sandra said, “I have no desire to ask for

Vincent’s help. Excuse me, my coffee has gone cold. Stop wasting my

time.”

The assistant stood bewildered.

Having been at Vincent’s side, he was unaccustomed to such

treatment.

She impressed him today.

As a country girl, she indeed lacked the refinements.

He scoffed.

She’d better not show her face to Vincent again.

Sandra’s embarrassed.

Wesley had overheard the entire conversation.

Chuckling softly, he teased,

“A poor sister has been despised?”

Sandra rolled her eyes in response, “How did you manage to say

those -100F words with your

100F lips?”

Wesley countered, “Have did you know they’re 100F?”

Caught off guard, she replied,

“Well, I guessed.”

Their gazes locked, within his eyes lurked an inscrutable turbulence.

“Why are you looking me like that? Do I have coffee stains on my face?”

“No.” Wesley gradually withdrew his gaze.

Eliciting a thought, Sandra burst into laughter.

“Did you just imagine that I use my lips to ascertain the temperature of your lips?”