His jaw subconsciously flexed, the muscles along it tightening as his grip on the phone slowly grew firmer.
For him, the answer was obvious—almost painfully so.
After all, he personally delivered Ryley to Clyde when the latter was suffering from rut.
It wouldn't be that surprising if Ryley got pregnant from that time.
For a brief second, Vincent just stood there in silence, staring at the image on the screen. But then his eyes flicked up.
Maximilian was approaching from the opposite end of the corridor.
Without another glance at the phone, Vincent locked the screen and slipped it back into his pocket.
He exhaled quietly through his nose and forced his expression back into its usual composure just before Maximilian closed the distance between them.
When the man stopped a few steps away, Vincent lowered his head in a polite bow.
"Mr. Chairman."
The greeting came out smooth and respectful, yet the faint curl at the edge of Vincent's lips betrayed the slyness behind it.
