Chapter 151: No Hurry, Feeding the Dog

"That... What about Miss Vaughn?" Vincent Lane hesitated slightly upon hearing Andrew Locke's orders. Wasn't today's task to deal with Lila Vaughn?

"Send her home," Andrew Locke stated succinctly and imperiously.

Vincent cautiously glanced at Nora Hart, thinking to himself that indeed only a woman could disrupt this Capital Port up-and-comer.

"Should we say anything to Mr. Vaughn?"

Andrew Locke didn't answer Vincent directly but gave him a sweeping look.

The faint look was enough for Vincent to realize how foolish his question had been.

What to say?

Only those beneath need to explain.

Clara Vaughn couldn't curry favor with Andrew Locke fast enough; even if Andrew Locke were to break Lila's legs, all Mr. Vaughn could do was grit his teeth and swallow it.

Lila Vaughn was sent back to the Vaughn Residence. The car stopped in front of the house, and Vincent dropped her off like throwing out trash.