Chapter 852

Owen disdainfully shook his head. "After all these years, Ronald's taste hasn't changed. He used to like his own sister, and now, he's into married women. He's always been into leftovers." Vincent's brows furrowed at the crude remark, but he said nothing. A few minutes later, Vincent and Leon walked out, one behind the other. As Vincent stood by the window, he reached into his pocket with a frustrated expression and asked, "Do you have a cigarette?" "I quit," Leon replied. "I thought you didn't smoke?" Vincent frowned. "Picked it up somewhere along the way." He hadn't been able to sleep since Tiffany went missing. He had always been alert and was constantly thinking. It started as a way to distract himself and cope with the pressure. What began as the occasional smoking turned into six or seven times a day. He never imagined he'd become the kind of smoker he'd used to despise. Leon glanced at him and said with mixed emotions, "Neither of those sisters liked men who smoked. You