Chapter 401

"Home?"

Penny Anderson froze. "Sir, which home are you referring to?"

Adrian Roland's gaze darkened.

Penny hesitated before speaking carefully. "Mrs. Roland was worried Vincent might harm the old master and the children, so she's been staying in Room 1231 at the Houston Grand Hotel."

"Is Vincent at the hotel too?"

"No. She had me rent him an apartment near the company." Penny hesitated again. "Sir, what should we do now—"

"To the police station."

Penny's eyes widened. "You're filing a report?"

The man in the wheelchair rasped, "I'm here to surrender."

New Frontier Group CEO's Office.

Stella Valentine stared at her computer screen, fingers tapping the keyboard.

Penny entered with a cup of warm milk. "Ma'am, you should rest."

"He still refuses to see anyone?"

"The boss has locked himself in prison. Even Vincent can't get through to him." Penny sighed. "It's been six months..."

Stella massaged her temples.

"The company can't be left unattended. I won't give Vincent any openings." She took a sip of milk. "Thankfully, we have Vincent and Julian helping..."

The office door burst open.

Joy Fairsprene rushed in, her face pale. "Stella!"

"What's wrong?"

"Mr. Roland..." Joy's voice trembled. "He found out about Vincent and collapsed on the spot. The doctors say..."

Stella shot to her feet—only to sway as darkness clouded her vision.

Penny steadied her.

"The old master wants to see Vincent," Joy said, near tears. "But if that lunatic says something reckless—"

"Joy, find Julian." Stella forced composure. "Have him take men to the estate. If Vincent steps out of line, restrain him."

"Got it!"

"Penny, try the prison again." Stella clenched her fists. "Grandfather Edward is his last living relative..."

"And you?"

"I'll deal with Vincent."

In the adjacent lounge, Vincent lounged on the couch, playing with his phone.

"No." He didn't bother looking up.

Stella's voice turned icy. "Name your terms."

Vincent grinned. "Fifty percent of the shares."

"Forty-nine. I keep controlling interest."

"Deal." He stood. "Let's not keep the old man waiting."

An ambulance idled outside the Roland estate.

Joy hurried over. "Grandfather Edward's condition is worsening..."

"Where's Adrian?"

"No word yet." Julian Valois's voice was grim. "I've stationed men. If Vincent acts up, they'll intervene."

Stella stared down the empty road, biting her lip.

The bedroom smelled of sandalwood incense.

Benjamin Langley's eyes were red-rimmed. "The old master has been holding on..."

Grandfather Edward weakly opened his eyes. "Leave us..."

The moment the door closed, Vincent's smirk vanished.

Five minutes later, a dull thud echoed through the room.

Vincent pulled the door open. "You can come in now."

By the time medical staff rushed in, the heart monitor had flatlined.

No one noticed the wheelchair-bound figure at the gates, his knuckles white as he gripped the armrests.

"Sir..."

"Take me back."

"Aren't you going to see the old master one last time?"

Adrian closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing. "Go."