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Priscilla thought Vincent finally wanted to touch her as he kept staring at her boobs.

She grinned and unbuttoned her shirt completely to show her pink bra, "You can touch me if you want, Vincent."

…

"I know that you want it," Priscilla kept trying. She pulled her bra down, and her boobs bounced out of the tight bra, tempting Vincent to touch.

But Vincent\'s gaze only darkened with disgust as a response. He didn\'t respond and raised his head to look straight, ignoring Priscilla completely.

Priscilla was annoyed that Vincent didn\'t react to her seduction. She decided to go further by hugging his arm again.

Vincent didn\'t refuse her hug, and Priscilla buried Vincent\'s arm between her boobs just to seduce him further.

But it didn\'t seem to work at all. Vincent kept his straight face and was uninterested the whole time.

DING!

The elevator reached Vincent\'s office, and he pushed Priscilla away.

Priscilla lost her balance and fell on her butt, she groaned in pain, but Vincent simply walked away from her.

"Vincent, that\'s so mean!" Priscilla complained. She pouted cutely, hoping that Vincent would carry her just like he usually did when they were about to have sex.

But he simply left her in the elevator. He busied himself talking to Maria— the senior secretary who was busy doing a report on her desk.

The old Maria got up from her seat once she heard the scream coming from the elevator. She was a little surprised, but when she saw Vincent walking out of the elevator, leaving Priscilla inside the elevator with her body almost naked— she already knew what was happening.

It wasn\'t all that surprising, really.

She served the late Mr. Vaughn Gray since she was in her twenties and knew well that Priscilla had fallen out of favor.

Vincent was just like his late dad. Vaughn Gray would usually change a condom at least once a year just in case he wanted to have sex to vent out his stress of work. He would use the \'condom\' like a blow-up sex doll.

Though, with their charms, Vaughn and Vincent could hypnotize those women and make them think they would be the next Mrs. Gray.

The old Maria had no intention of telling Priscilla about the condom thing, though. That bitch had been way too arrogant, thinking that she would be the next Mrs. Gray. She dared to disrespect Maria because to Priscilla— Maria was just an old secretary who would be replaced sooner or later. She didn\'t need to work hard to be a secretary because all she needed to do was to spread her legs and let the magic do the work.

\'Yeah, that\'s not going to work for a long time hon, he spent four years with you, he will get bored eventually,\' Maria thought for a second.

She greeted Vincent as he walked past her, "Good morning, Mr. Gray."

"Come to my office, Maria. I want to talk about the plan I told you yesterday," Vincent said before entering his office.

"Understood."

Maria prepared the paper that Vincent had requested before she went inside Vincent\'s office, she glanced at Priscilla, who just came out of the elevator, still with her tits dangling freely like a cheap whore from a brothel.

"Dress properly, this is a formal office, not a brothel," Maria said as she walked into Vincent\'s office.

Priscilla glared at the old woman who dared to disrespect her. This was just a minor setback because Vincent was distracted. It didn\'t mean that he didn\'t love her.

Vincent had been dating her for four years straight, and he was obviously so in love with her that he allowed Priscilla to sleep on Vincent and Chloe\'s marital bed.

​ He even laughed when Priscilla bullied his then-wife, Chloe.

\'I like seeing her cry, it suits her better,\' Vincent said to Priscilla when she shoved Chloe to the wall.

"Ugh, just wait, damn old hag. Once Vincent finally proposed to me, you will be the first one to get booted out of this office," Priscilla said, still believing she had a chance to be with Vincent.

"Well, for now—" Priscilla pulled her bra up to cover her tits and then buttoned her shirt.

She sat at her office chair, thinking of a new strategy to hook Vincent back into her trap. It had always been her line of thought.

How to get Vincent to quickly marry her, so she didn\'t need to be wary of external threats.

She knew that she had gotten Vincent in her palm. But Vincent suddenly gave her the cold shoulder, and she had to uncover the problem.

"Maybe he is talking with another woman on the phone?" Priscilla wondered as she knew that dating or cheating apps weren\'t uncommon.

…

"Ah, that\'s not possible. Vincent can literally call a supermodel to come to his house for a fuck, and that woman will be head over heels for him."

"Maybe… arranged marriage?"

Of course, Priscilla knew that Vincent came from such a privileged background, a family of old money that was so rich— they even owned a few private islands.

Now that Chloe was out of the picture— or so she thought. It was obvious that Dorothea Gray— the matriarch of the Gray family- started arranging a new woman for Vincent.

Priscilla gritted her teeth, she wasn\'t fond of Dorothea, and the dislike goes both ways.

Dorothea viewed her as a skank who was ogling her son, and Priscilla also viewed that old woman as a skank who was lucky enough to marry Vincent\'s father.

Since their hatred was mutual, none wanted to talk to each other, even on formal occasions.

Besides, Vincent had stopped bringing her to the Gray mansion because of his mother\'s request.

"Fuck, I can\'t let Vincent marry someone else. I\'m already going so deep with him, there\'s no way I\'ll let him go!"

Thus, Priscilla started thinking of a method to hook Vincent, even more, making sure that he couldn\'t escape her.