Divorced My Scum Husband, Married His Evil brother

"I'm not—"

"It's fine if you want to deny, Little bro," Vincent refused to listen to Vernon's useless denial. Vernon would eventually embrace it just like him anyway. "Maybe you feel embarrassed by it, but it's fine. You'll get used to it and embrace it in the end."

…

Knowing there was no use in them going in a circle about this, Vernon decided to just shut his mouth and ignored his Big bro's insistence.

Vincent was satisfied with Vernon, who knew when to shut up. He walked around his desk and returned to his executive chair. He looked at Vernon, who was still sitting on the sofa. Vincent pointed at the chair across his desk, "Sit there, Vernon. We're going to have a business talk."

Vernon got up and walked towards the chair that his Big bro pointed to. They were sitting facing each other now.

"Well, despite Secretary Maria and our useless mother who keeps telling me that you're bad news, I see that you're developing your businesses really well in many sectors," Vincent said. "I see that you want to branch out from showbiz, even though I know that you could be super rich by focusing on that, and I won't even bother you since I have no interest in that industry."

"However, now that you're starting to branch out and cross my territory, that means we have to do something about this."

"Are you going to repress me?" Vernon asked, as he had no intention of kissing up this time. He was too pissed at his Big bro, who went too far with his fetish to hurt Chloe.

"Repress you? Why?" Vincent chuckled as he found that accusation funny. "Vernon, in this world, I only see you as my family. Our late father never took care of us, and our mother was too drunk and depressed. Naturally, I want to share the world with my only family."

Vincent took a document from the drawer and put it on the desk. He slid it towards Vernon for him to read, "I know that you're expanding rapidly in many sectors. I'm not blind, Vernon, and I know you're using my people to work with. It makes me wonder if you have any ulterior motive for doing that."

"They're just easier to work with," Vernon replied nonchalantly. "They have utmost respect for the Gray family, and for you. Thus, when they know that I am your Little brother, they also have the same respect and willingness to work with me. I find it easier to just use the existing connection that we have in the family."

While studying Vincent's expression, Vernon kept talking, "I thought you wanted me to be close to the family, Big bro."

"That is true, I want you to be closer to the family— to be more precise, to work closer with me as your Big brother," Vincent admitted. "Read that document, and you will know what I'm talking about."

Vernon had suspicions, a lot of them, actually.

After all, Vincent never shied away from playing dirty if he needed to. It ran within the family.

So he still had to be very careful with his approach to overthrowing Vincent.

Vernon opened the file and read the document.

His expression changed from suspicion to shock and then to confusion.

He put the paper down and looked at Vincent, "Big bro, this is—"

"Yeah, I have invested a lot in this new make-up company, and we're going to launch the newest set. Since you're well-versed in the entertainment industry and advertisement, I want you to make an ad for this, make sure it is distributed to every beauty guru out there, and I also want the brand ambassador to be an upcoming young actress, I think this task will be easy for you."

That was true.

This task was a piece of cake for Vernon. It wasn't hard for him to contact one of his rising actresses to do this ad.

Besides, he also got the connection if Vincent wanted to expand this to Europe.

It was all easy, and that made him even more suspicious.

"This is not hard for me, Big bro, but…." Vernon leaned forward, staring deep at his Big brother, wanting to find his intention. "What will I get from this? You know I don't need to do this for money. I have my ongoing projects already."

Vincent smiled. "I have guessed that you're not the one who will settle for less, so…."

Vincent took out another document from the drawer and handed it to Vernon.

Vernon opened the file again; this time, he couldn't hide his shock.

"Big bro, you…. You're going to share the cosmetic company with me?" Vernon asked. "You know this will cut your profit by half, right?"

"I don't see anything wrong with it," Vincent shrugged. "It's a new company that I developed, and I have roughly 70% of the share. So I'm basically the owner, you will get 35%, so you will share the company with me."

"But…"

Vincent was quite happy with Vernon's dumbfounded expression. "What's wrong with you? Don't you remember how many things I bought for you when you were a child?"

"I know that. I just—" Vernon shook his head in disbelief. "Big bro, you're giving me your new company for free."

"Well, this is my answer to our friction," Vincent replied. "Rather than trying to compete, why don't we just share the new company? And I'm not giving this for free, I want you to make the new product explode in the beauty market so we will get profit from it."

There were a lot of scenarios going on inside Vernon's head. He wanted to take the offer because it could be a catalyst for him to hasten the process of toppling Vincent.

But he felt that Vincent was hiding something.

"So, how about it? Do you agree to work with me?"

"… Alright then, I will make this new product a thing," Vernon stood up from the chair, "Don't forget to send that document to my email so I can process it, and you can trust me to make this viral."

"Sure, I always have trust in you, Vernon. You won't disappoint," Vincent said. "You may leave now if you wish."