Chapter Four: Was It Really an Accident?

Jocelyn's POV

Vinson and I attended the same university before, but he was two years ahead of me. We met in the fencing club.

He's now one of the top lawyers in Saint Laurent State.

Twenty minutes later, I walked into Davey Law Firm.

There was a new young girl at the front desk, unfamiliar-looking, but clean and neat.

I walked over.

"Hello, is Vinson in?"

The girl's eyes lacked the seasoned sophistication of a workplace veteran. She quickly lowered her head to check the memo on the desk.

She asked cautiously, "Excuse me, are you Ms. Jocelyn?"

I nodded.

The girl continued, "Do you need me to show you in?"

I smiled.

Davey Law Firm wasn't unfamiliar to me, but I didn't refuse.

"That would be great, thank you."

The girl immediately led me inside.

But after just a few steps, a sharp, piercing woman's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Stop right there!"

I slowly turned around.

A woman in 10-centimeter high heels walked toward me, her light gray pencil skirt outlining her perfect figure.

Whether intentional or not, two buttons on her white blouse were undone, her full white breasts nearly spilling out.

This person was Vinson's assistant, Ella.

Ella quickly passed me, like a fighting rooster full of determination, blocking the glass door ahead.

Then she glared viciously at the girl beside me, saying sarcastically, "Idiot! How can you just let anyone in? What do you think Davey Law Firm is!"

After speaking, Ella deliberately glanced at me.

The scolded girl looked aggrieved, biting her lip.

"I'm sorry, I saw this lady's name on the visitor list, so I..."

Before the girl could finish, Ella glared at her again, choking the rest of her words in her throat.

"Did I ask you to speak? If you don't have a brain, pack your things and get lost right now!"

The girl's shoulders jerked violently, and she quickly lowered her head, biting her lip hard.

I frowned slightly.

Obviously, Ella's behavior was directed at me.

I stepped forward, pulling the girl behind me, a cold glint sweeping toward Ella from my eyes.

"Ella, did menopause hit you early? Why are you taking it out on a young girl?"

As soon as the words left my mouth, Ella's face instantly flushed red, and her eyes visibly filled with rage.

Truth be told, Ella was a year younger than me, so my words undoubtedly ignited her fury.

"Jocelyn! Say that again!"

I covered my mouth and chuckled, "How about I record what I just said and put it by your bedside so you can listen to it every morning and evening?"

"You!"

"You what?" I raised an eyebrow at her, sneering, "Now move aside."

Ella still blocked the doorway, not budging an inch, arms crossed over her chest, chin raised.

"Vinson isn't inside."

I narrowed my eyes.

"Oh? Really?" A cunning glint flashed in my eyes as I unhurriedly took a step back, then pulled out my phone from my bag. "Vinson, I'm already at the door."

I paused, raising an eyebrow at Ella.

"But Ella won't let me in. Why don't you come out and get me?"

As soon as I finished speaking, Ella obviously panicked, shouting anxiously, "I'm sorry, Mr. Vinson, I'll bring her in right away!"

Seeing I didn't say anything more, Ella immediately stepped aside, her previous arrogant demeanor completely gone.

Just this little trick?

A mocking smile curved at the corner of my lips as I deliberately waved my phone at Ella.

The screen was completely black—forget making a call, I hadn't even turned the screen on.

Ella instantly realized I'd tricked her and gritted her teeth in anger, but didn't dare block me again.

She knew that if she didn't let me in now, I might actually call Vinson and have him come out to get me personally.

I walked forward a few steps.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, I stopped and turned back to look at Ella.

"I'll tell Vinson about this," I raised my chin toward the girl at the front desk, "and you'd better not give her a hard time again."

Hearing this, the girl looked at me with gratitude in her eyes.

I smiled slightly, then turned and walked toward Vinson's office.

In my memory, although Ella and I didn't have any special friendship, she used to be fairly pleasant when she saw me before.

What was going on today?

I walked toward Vinson's office with this question in mind.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

The moment I raised my hand to knock, through the crack in the door, I saw Vinson stuffing something in his hand into a drawer, a flash of panic crossing his face.

But his movement was too quick—I didn't see clearly what it was.

"Come in." Vinson's voice came through.

I didn't think much of it and pushed the door open, walking straight to sit on the sofa.

Having known Vinson for many years, before I even spoke, he could tell at a glance that I was in a bad mood.

He poured me a glass of warm water and asked, "What's wrong? Is the divorce not going smoothly?"

I had consulted him about the divorce before, so it wasn't hard for him to guess.

I took the water glass and took a small sip.

"Don't even mention it, it's frustrating."

Vinson sat down on the nearby sofa, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Do you need my help?"

Now that Ashton had amnesia, if he still didn't agree to divorce after three days, I would indeed need a divorce lawyer.

However, having the famous founder of Davey Law Firm handle this divorce case seemed like overkill.

Moreover, I had come to see Vinson today for something more important.

I shook my head and was about to speak when Vinson suddenly exclaimed.

"What's this?"

Vinson's gaze fixed tightly on the red marks on my neck. My heart tightened, and I quickly tugged at my collar.

"Mosquito bite!"

I laughed awkwardly.

But fortunately, Vinson believed my lame excuse and didn't continue questioning.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, hiring a male escort during marriage wasn't something glorious.

"By the way, I came to see you today because there's something very important."

I leaned forward and continued, "Was my parents' car accident really an accident?"

Vinson's expression became serious, his brows furrowing.

After pondering for a moment, he pressed his lips together.

"At least from the evidence provided by the police at the scene, it was indeed an accident."

An accident?

Was it really an accident?!

That suffocating feeling from when my parents died swept over me again. I grabbed Vinson's hand excitedly, my voice tinged with a slight sob.

"Vinson, think carefully—was there anything suspicious about that car accident?"

My eyes locked onto Vinson, desperately wanting to get some useful information from him.

Back then, I was immersed in the grief of my parents' death, and I had left all the aftermath of the accident to Vinson and Ashton to handle.

Vinson's pupils contracted sharply.

"You suspect that car accident wasn't an accident?"

I nodded firmly, my eyes growing hot.

"Don't worry, I'll help you investigate this thoroughly."

After a while, I walked out of Vinson's office lost in thought, habitually biting my finger.

Just as I was trying to sort out the tangled mess in my mind, I suddenly bumped into a solid chest.

I covered my forehead in pain, frowning as I looked up, ready to see who wasn't watching where they were going.

But before I could see who it was, several burly bodyguards in black suddenly surged forward, extending their hands to keep me three meters away.

Each one looked fierce, as if I was about to do something to that person.

This was the first time I'd encountered such a scene.

My curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't help but tilt my head to look at that person.

A chiseled face flashed before my eyes, then walked straight inside.

Wait!

He looked somewhat familiar?!

At this thought, my heart instantly jumped to my throat.

Watching the man's receding figure, my heart inexplicably beat faster and faster.

"Who is that person?"

"I heard he's a top-tier elite who just returned to the country."

Scattered discussion around me drifted into my ears.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Right.

How could that clingy male escort from last night possibly be this distinguished big shot before my eyes?

——

Soon, the three days were up.

I went to find Ashton with the newly drafted divorce agreement, but the situation was different from what I'd imagined.

He didn't agree to the divorce, but instead said to me:

"If you still want to join the Richter Group's board of directors, then obediently accompany me to the Laurent family banquet."