74 Chapter 74

"But Vincent has always been so charming, people believed him easily. Even I fell for his charm for years, thinking he is the perfect man…."

Chloe kept gazing at the mansion's gate for a good while until she had a little courage to finally turned on the engine and drive away from her old, married home .

She returned to her apartment in Phoenix Tower and started doing chores again. She did whatever she could to distract herself from thinking about her mother and ruined life.

There was nothing to cry about, not anymore.

Chloe was busy doing laundry for three people— Vernon, Mackie, and herself then her phone suddenly rang. She thought it was Vernon who called for an errand. Her job was to be a maid, after all.

But once she saw the caller, she had the urge to just blocked his number.

'But if I blocked him, he might do something more extreme….'

Chloe gulped and finally picked up the call;

—

…

…

"Oh? It's connected already. Why are you so silent?" Vincent asked. He chuckled lightly.

Hearing the man didn't seem to have an ounce of guilt after ruining her relationship with her mother made Chloe's blood boil instantly.

This person was naturally despicable, but she never expected Vincent to do this while chuckling.

"What did you say to my mother?"

"Whaaat~? I'm just telling her my part of the story," Vincent replied.

"YOUR STORY IS ALL FABRICATED, YOU BASTARD!"

"Hm? And how would you prove it? Maybe everything is inside your head the whole time, Chloe. Maybe I was just a loyal husband who had a whore wife that fucked so many people. Who knows about the truth," Vincent taunted her even more, finding this to be more entertaining than he expected. "Besides, what I said is true, right? I asked you to go on marriage counseling, but you refused."

"Anyway, isn't that a fair punishment?" Vincent said. "After all, I learned that you paid Mackie's tuition fee without begging. Hmm~ makes me wonder which man you sold your body to. I bet he is an old man. You're old, so I don't think a younger man would want you, filthy whore."

Chloe clenched her jaw, but she couldn't refuse because it was basically true.

Despite all her other jobs, she still had to be the bed warmer, the toy for Vernon to play around with when he was bored.

But to be called a whore by Vincent was so disgustingly hypocritical!

"Anyway, I have no interest in dwelling further into your current situation. I just want to say that everything will return to normal as long as you return with our daughter to me. I will tell everyone we made up, and everything will return to normal, isn't that easy?"

"It's never normal in the first place, Vincent," Chloe gritted her teeth. "You hate me, right? You are disgusted with me, so let me live my life!"

"My preference doesn't matter. Just you returning and resuming your old life with me, and everything will be fixed. It's that simple," Vincent shrugged it off. "Oh, come on, don't tell me that you can't understand something so easy. You can't be this dumb, right?"

Chloe clenched her phone until her hand trembled in rage. But there was no use in talking with this man.

He had a glib tongue and always had the last word to say. This was Vincent Gray— the famous heir of the old money Gray family and the one everyone loved because of his mature aura and gentle smile.

He was well-loved by everyone, except Chloe, of course.

"Stop meddling with my life and stop calling me! Sign up that divorce paper or just pretend I don't exist!"

Beep!

Chloe hung up the call and sat weakly at the dining chair. She didn't know what Vincent wanted. Obviously, she was already out of the picture, and Vincent could do whatever he wanted.

Yet, he still used his spare time to make Chloe's life a living hell instead of fucking whoever woman he found.

"I just want to be free. Why don't you give me my freedom and let us part ways? Isn't that what you want, Vincent?"

**

Beep.

Vincent scoffed when Chloe suddenly hung up the call, "That can't do, Chloe Gray. I won't let you off."

Vincent lay his phone down and looked at his other secretary, not his bitch one— Priscilla.

Her name was Maria, a middle-aged woman in her late 50s who worked with her late father before he died and had assisted Vincent since he took over.

'',

"What? Why are you here?"

"Sir, I've prepared the contract that will be signed by you and your brother, Vernon Phoenix Gray," Maria said. She put the file on the desk and slid it towards her boss.

Vincent opened the file and read the contract. He nodded after skimming everything, ensuring it would benefit his little brother more.

He picked up his pen and signed it before putting it inside his desk drawer. Maria was still standing at the same spot, and Vincent said, "You can leave now, thanks, Maria."

"Sir…"

"What?"

"… Are you sure that it's a fair contract?" Maria asked. "Based on what I read, it will mostly benefit Vernon Phoenix Gray's company. Even if this cooperation generates profit, it will mostly be nothing but break even for you…."

'ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ N ovelBi(n)',

"That doesn't matter. I intend to make it beneficial for my little brother," Vincent replied. "He left for ten years straight. He didn't want to meet me for ten years. This is the least I could do to build our relationship back."

Secretary Maria still felt that business was business, even her late boss, Mr. Vaughn Gray, would never let his siblings get in the way of his ambition.

But maybe, because Vincent and Vernon were close before he married his current wife, their relationship suddenly strained, with Vernon leaving to attend high school and university in Europe instead.

"Ah, Sir, speaking about your wife…."