His Contractual Mistress

He was cursing under his breath when he could do nothing but bear the sharp noise caused by the bullets when they touched the vehicle.

Vincent frowned out of frustration as he wanted to fight back. Yet, what he could only do is let these men be satisfied and waste their bullets on him.

It looks like Hailee had already perceived that someone would ambush him, the reason she brought him to her garage and let him choose any vehicle as his daily car was because they were all bulletproof.

Hailee permitted him to drive any of her cars. But now that bullets are flying over him, he cannot avoid feeling at loss, thinking the hard work of his wife has become just a bullet catcher.

The frown on Vincent\'s face deepened when the men outside hadn\'t stopped shooting at them.

He is already growing impatient as all he wishes is to be by his wife\'s side and have dinner together and watch the starry sky tonight.

It has been their favorite thing to do when Hailee has her midnight snack. She would munch while she was leaning on his sturdy chest and her head resting on his shoulder, and then he would read the reports on his phone emailed by his sisters.

It is one of many reasons he is looking forward to coming home and doing things that become like a ritual for him and Hailee.

Had this thought, Vincent\'s chest tightened as he clenched both his palms into fists.

At last, the men stopped shooting at them.

Pitt took a peek outside to scan the surroundings and watch out what these men\'s next move was.

"F*ck! I\'m not sure who sent these men. Could it be that Liam? Or someone who opposes Jacob\'s decision?"

It was John who spoke. He simply bent down, as he was already used to this kind of situation. In fact, James learned martial arts from him until James joined the Camp and earned the title of a Lord.

Vincent glanced at the old man. He senses no panic in his tone and sees no fear in his face. It seemed as if they were only playing in a Virtual Reality game. Evidence that John has been around with his dad-in-law. This kind of situation is normal for them.

But as he was protected by his family like an Imperial crowned prince, his life faced less cruelty. It seemed like his parents\' choice was partially wrong. They should have introduced what kind of "real-world" they are living. So that he, who would protect his wife, instead of the other way around.

"Vincent Shen!"

Pitt narrowed his gaze when they started shouting at them and calling for Vincent.

Meanwhile, Tim has been praying in his seat. He knew his boss would be in great danger after he married someone like Hailee Davies and provoked many big shots in high society. Not to mention Liam Huo\'s madness.

Vincent straightened up his back and leaned on the seat, knitting his brows as he waited patiently when this would be over.

To ensure his safety, a protocol must be followed.

Vincent would remain inside the car no matter what would\'ve happened, while his bodyguards would face anyone that would attack them.

"We only want Vincent Shen!" shouted the man, who seemed to stand as the leader of this group.

When Captain Jones comes out, Pitt opens his door and gets out of the car as well. The shooting that had just happened is only giving them a message that their situation is at a disadvantage, and all they can do at this moment is obey them.

"You men sure had guts to attack us in our territory?" Pitt\'s tone is full of scorn instead of fear. In fact, he admired these men\'s courage to mess up someone as Jacob Davies.

While Pitt occupied himself in conversing with the opposite group, Vincent turned his head toward John.

"Uncle John, is dad coming back to Sydney tonight?"

"Jacob always comes home when the princess is in Sydney," John replied.

Vincent narrowed his gaze outside the window as he tried to figure out the position of other men hiding behind the trees.

He pulled out his phone and quickly typed a message on a private group chat.

"Any knights within and near Queensland… Hurry and protect dad!"

Vincent had guessed that his dad-in-law was also dealing with an ambush now. Thankfully, Kristian is with him. Vincent felt a little relaxed thinking about that.

He believes these people intended to kill him and his dad-in-law at the same time. Then the next person to die is Hailee.

What would Hailee feel when her husband and her dad died on the same night?

Vincent doesn\'t want to think further. He shrugs off all negativity that popping out in his head.

Meanwhile…

"Pitterson Cha! Handed Vincent Shen to us and you all are free to leave!"

Pitt would be loved to roll out laughing at these men. What are they thinking? It seemed like they were truly out of their minds! He thought to himself because there is no way they would hand Vincent over. Not even over their dead bodies.

"Please, stop joking with us! Tell your boss… He better lick my ass!"

Vincent shook his head, listening to Pitt provoking the opposite group.

"I wonder what your son would spit out when he is here," said Vincent to John, in which the old man chuckled.

"Indeed. James would deliberately aggravate these men and laugh at his ass. Anyway, he will be here any moment."

John showed Vincent his phone. Vincent scanned the screen. He realized it was a map of their location, and a red dot kept on blinking.

No wonder the old man remained calm as if he was only watching a movie.

It didn\'t take long to wait, and Vincent could hear two helipads getting closer to them.

The opposite group is promptly in an alert mood as they raise their guns and aim in the helicopter\'s direction.

The people who were hiding in the trees firing at the incoming helipads. However, bullets returned to them, and they could hear men crying out after they were hit.

At this moment, the knights and Jacob\'s men are now aiming a gun at the opposite group. With the two helipads as backup, they can do nothing anymore but stand on their ground. However, dear or alive, there\'s no way they will put down their guns. It was their oath when they entered the organization of assassins.

The man who stood as the leader of the assassins squinted his eyes when a car door opened and Vincent came out. He was debating whether to shoot Vincent or forget this plan. However, he aims to kill Vincent even if it costs his life as well.

It was only a mere second apart for the assassin\'s leader to pull the trigger of his gun; but before he can do that, he felt a sudden pain in the back of his palm.

He realized someone had pulled a trigger ahead of him. Panicked flashes in his eyes but it disappear right away. However, he felt helpless, as he could only watch his gun drop on the pavement as blood oozed from his hand and a threat echoed in the air.

"Look up, or the next bullet will be dug between your brows!"

The leader of the assassin stiffened, narrowing his eyes after he recognized this voice. He was intrigued to know who shot him, but his guess was wrong. He didn\'t expect it will turn out like this.

Now, he had to obey the man he should kill tonight. He needs to keep his head down and avoid raising his gaze as the man\'s instruction.

"F*ck, Vincent!" Pitt cannot help not curse when his ear buzzes after Vincent fires the gun, and it was so close to his head.

"Remind me I owe you one," Vincent calmly muttered to Pitt.

Pitt massages his neck, temple, and the back of his ear, to ease the pain. Anyway, there\'s no surprise Vincent was holding a gun.

Since Vincent came back from meeting the elders, he has been practicing firing all kinds of guns once again. Gladly, all Davies\' mansion has an underground practice hall and they can keep it from Hailee.

Meanwhile, the leader of the assassin was now confused. No one told them that Vincent knew how to fight. Not only that, to have a good aim.

"That looks bad!" Pitt ridiculed the assassin leader with a huge grin on his face.

"Don\'t you think you have to bandage it now?" said Vincent. He has a solemn expression on his face. No one could tell that he just fired a gun.

"I made sure to hit the veins in your hand so that the blood keeps outflowing," he added.

The leader of the assassin doesn\'t know whether to laugh or cry. Everything that Vincent had said sounded like a joke to him when his tone was actually too serious.

\'What kind of son-in-law Jacob Davies had? It seemed like we underestimated him too much..\' He parted his lips into a sneer.