Bryan turned to leave, but Vincent stepped in front of him, blocking his path.
From his pocket, Vincent pulled out a photograph. “I think Rora and Arthur would find this photo very… interesting.”
It was a picture of Bryan and Sylvia kissing.
They had been so engrossed in the kiss they hadn’t noticed someone snapping the photo from the doorway.
Vincent smirked, growing bolder. “You and Sylvia—siblings—doing something like this. What would they think? Of course, if you don’t mind, I can walk away right now, but—”
“Wait!” Bryan’s voice was calm, but his eyes betrayed his annoyance.
He inhaled deeply, regaining composure. “Alright, tell me—what do you want?”
He didn’t care about Arthur’s scolding, but Sylvia… Sylvia might not handle Rora’s judgment as easily.
Vincent’s grin widened. “S
