You enter his office wearing elegant and expensive clothes. You did not knock on the door, but entered directly. You sat on the sofa that was next to his desk, which he was now working on with such concentration that he did not even look at you.

"Vincent, look at me." You said calmly, but your features were very upset.

“Wife, you know I’m busy, what are you doing here?” Vincent said in his usual cold tone as he raised his pupils to you and stared at you with his sharp gaze.