Chapter 585

When the woman saw that Vincent had picked her, her suspicions of him were confirmed. She knew bad apples were everywhere. Vincent didn't look like a good guy at all. There he was, getting an escort when he was out for drinks—to think he'd acted so proper earlier. She was going to go home and complain about him to her grandfather. Despite her thoughts, she feigned obedience as she sat beside Vincent. "Did you change your mind, handsome?" Had he changed his mind? Vincent had to think about this briefly before he got what she meant. When they ran into each other outside, she mentioned giving him a chance to pursue her. He couldn't help laughing at that. "Where do you get your confidence from?" "I'm confident because I'm pretty." She put her hands beneath her chin to indicate that she was as pretty as a flower. "It's good to be confident, but too much of it makes you narcissistic." He leaned back and looked at her. "What's your name?" "Cece." She smiled at him. "How about we be fri