752 Chapter 752

752  Chapter 752

"I'll be leaving now. Enjoy your early retirement in that mansion alone, because I'm sure that no woman wants to be with a defeated man like you, Big bro," Vernon sneered. He then glanced at Priscilla and added, "Well, except that woman, she is stupid enough to stand by your side after knowing everything that you've done to Chloe."

Vernon turned around, followed by Meyer as he exited the CEO's office.

"Good bye, Vincent. You should know I've never seen you as a role model. You freak," Vernon said before he left, and Meyer slammed the door shut, leaving only Vincent and Khloe in the office.

Vincent sighed and closed his eyes as he leaned on the sofa, resting his exhausted body.

"Sir, a—are you alright? Do you want me to call an ambulance?" Khloe asked worriedly.

Vincent opened his eyes and stared at Priscilla, who tried to mimic Chloe in everything as if it'd fool anyone.

But he had to appreciate her for sticking up with him. Even after everyone left him, Priscilla stayed by his side and still supported him.

He would never love her. That love was reserved only for Chloe, his first and only love.

'But this woman can stay. She can be the replacement and help me for my daily needs,' Vincent thought. "Khloe, do you like me? Do you want to stay with me?"

Khloe's cheeks reddened instantly, and she shook her head, "I—I don't dare, Sir. I'm just a nobody."

"But I am nobody now," Vincent said. "So you can openly admit it if you like me."

Khloe gasped. She was afraid that Vincent would hate her if she told him the truth, but now that she was armed with Vincent's assurance, she finally admitted, "I know it's not right for me to feel this, Mr. Gray. But I… I have been in love with you for so long. I don't care if you've lost everything, I don't care if I have to support you. As long as I can stay with you, then I will be happy!"

…

…

Vincent said nothing after Khloe confessed. He couldn't feel a thing, not even a sliver of joy.

Usually, he'd be happy if a young woman professed her love to him and even went as far as worshiping him.

He liked getting all the attention from those women even though he didn't love any of them because they were—just like what his late father said—his validation.

Those useless bitches were proof that Vincent was a rich and powerful man. That's why he could fuck those useless women without a problem.

Vaughn locked him in his room whenever he fucked many women, forcing Vincent to watch how many women he could fuck, and his mother wouldn't dare to say a thing because he ruled. He was all-powerful.

That was what it meant to be a successful man.

Not because he had a loving and beautiful wife and also a smart child.

Not because he was 'responsible' and 'loyal' to his wife.

To be a man was to fuck any woman you want without thinking about repercussions.

To be a man was to beat your wife without her fighting back, so she wouldn't dare to cheat on you.

Vincent took his father's advice to heart, and even after he realized that his father was wrong, he still couldn't let go because all this time in his life, he knew nothing about how to be a good man except by following the guideline that his father carved in his mind.

"S—Sir? C—Can I stay with you?" Khloe asked, full of hope.

Vincent sighed and nodded before closing his eyes, "You can do whatever you want. If you want to stay with me, then so be it. But you should know that I can't give you much and I can't fuck or marry you. My true love is solely reserved for Chloe."

"I—It's fine, Sir!" Khloe insisted. "I just want to stay by your side no matter what! You're my idol, Sir! I love you!"

…

Again, Vincent tried to feel that feeling of superiority and joy when a woman was madly in love with him.

But he felt nothing.

He was so empty that he couldn't feel joy, anger, or resentment.

But again, this woman would be a good maid for him, so what was wrong about taking advantage of her stupid idea of love?

"You can stay," Vincent said.

"I—I can? Oh my god! This is the best day in my life! Thank you so much, Sir!" Khloe wanted to hug Vincent, but Vincent pushed her away until she fell on her back.

She didn't feel pain at all, though.

Her mind was filled with joy, and Priscilla knew his reluctance to have sex or marry her could be solved later.

'Heh, he thinks that I will devote myself to him completely without any pay. Too bad, Vincent Gray, I love you as much as I love your dick. I want to fuck you everyday, even if that means I will have to drug you,' Priscilla sneered. 'I will give you poison everyday, making sure that you sleep often so I can use your dick in your sleep. I will give myself your baby, and I will raise it as a Gray just like you. So with that, I will officially be Mrs. Gray.'

'And about marriage? Well, I can always force you once you get old, so old that you can't barely move your body after taking too many drugs. We will be a perfect couple, Vincent Gray and Khloe Gray. I don't even need to use my real name anymore since you don't like it. If you want me to be an imitation of Chloe, then I will make sure to do some plastic surgery. I will be a perfect copy of her.'

Priscilla had a malicious thought, but she kept her smile as she didn't want Vincent to catch on to her evil intention.

Vincent was absolutely clueless about her evil intention and simply thought she was just the same Priscilla, a stupid bitch who loved him because he was handsome and powerful.

It was meant to be, after all.