Vincent lowered his head to look down at Priscilla, 'Good thing this side piece didn't hurt my wife.'
Priscilla was still lying on the floor, the concussion made her unable to get up, and the pain spread from her head to her entire body, making her paralyzed for some time.
"V—Vincent… darling… what's wrong with you?" Priscilla asked.
Vincent scoffed, "Don't call me darling. You're no longer allowed to come to my mansion, and you're fired as my secretary. I have no use for a loose hole like you."
Vincent walked over Priscilla's body and headed to the door. He opened the door and was greeted by the worried maid who was eavesdropping the whole time.
"Master, about Miss Priscilla, what should we do to her?"
"Kick her out. I've given her fifty thousand dollars as compensation," Vincent replied. He walked past the maid and headed to the dining room, feeling a little hungry.
"Oh, if she's daring enough to threaten to publish this to the media, tell her I know all about her family. I will make her regret if she ever did something stupid," Vincent said unfeelingly before leaving.
The maid was staring at Priscilla, who lay on the floor. Her body trembled, and it seemed that she was sobbing.
The maid sighed. She heard from other senior maids that Master Vincent Gray had many side chick he kept for a year or two before ditching them heartlessly.
This woman was the one he kept the longest, but that didn't mean she would stay forever.
The maid approached Priscilla, who was still lying on the floor. She nudged Priscilla's body with her shoe and said, "Miss, please get up and leave now."
…
Priscilla was unresponsive. She continued crying until her tears flowed to the floor and made a pool.
She felt so much pain that was very new for her, and it was devastating.
'I thought we had something. I've been in love with him for the past four years…' Priscilla grieved. 'Turns out, you only see me as a bitch you can use whenever you're horny….'
'Then what's the point of saying that you'll marry me after we had such a wild and loving sex? Did you lie? Or did you change your mind?'
The maid sighed when she saw this woman crying as if the world had ended and she had lost everything in her life.
She had no need to be respectful to this woman since Master Gray had officially ditched her.
The maid nudged Priscilla's body again and said, "Do you really think that you have a chance with Master Gray? Here, let me tell you, you're just one of his side chick. He has a lot of side chick before you, and also other flings outside."
"He is also fucking some of the maids here too!" The maid continued without a filter. "Well, all of us already know what kind of man he is. As long as we got the money, then we simply forgot about it and continued living as usual."
The more the maid attacked Priscilla with the cold hard truth, the more painful it was in her heart.
"I know he has other women he slept with other than me. But I'm the one by his side for the past four years…." Priscilla finally replied.
Her voice was weak and coarse, but she continued mumbling, "Aren't I supposed to be special?"
The maid sighed again, dropping the bomb, "You're not special. Nobody is special to him other than his wife and daughter."
"You might think that Mrs. Gray is just a woman to be bullied, and well… that is the truth," the maid replied. She felt a little guilty because she slapped Mrs. Gray once under the order of Master Gray.
"But she is the one who stayed by his side for the past ten years. You're literally nothing," the maid added. "So you better forget about him. You've gotten enough money, right?"
The maid took out her phone and started calling the security guard outside.
"Yeah, come here and drag this woman out. She has been crying on the floor for a while," the maid said.
Two security guards rushed to Vincent's private office.
"Ah, there you two— go grab this woman and kick her out. Master Gray said she's not allowed to enter this mansion anymore," the maid said. "And he also told me that… he will make you regret it if you ever told this to the media."
Priscilla's heart was crushed once more. She knew that Vincent was so powerful. She and her family would suffer if she dared to say something to the media.
She witnessed— and participated in the intimidation of one woman who claimed to have had sex with Vincent.
Vincent made that woman leave this country for good because she felt unsafe everywhere.
The security guards grabbed Priscilla's arms and dragged her like a ragdoll out of the mansion.
She slumped in front of the main gate like a puppet whose string had been cut.
"Go, miss. Move on and stop pestering Master Gray," a security guard said. He threw a quick glance at the check in Priscilla's hand. The maid told them it was a fifty thousand dollar check.
"Well, if you don't want it, I will take it—" the security guard crouched, wanting to take the check from Priscilla, who was still too shocked to react.
But when she felt the check was about to get snatched, she regained some of her strength and grasped the check even tighter.
She glared at the security guard, "Fuck off or I will scream."
The security guard's body stiffened. He sighed and got up, "Alright, alright. Go take your check and leave the mansion before I get scolded by Master Gray."
The security guards returned to their post and closed the gate, leaving Priscilla alone on the street.
Priscilla slowly got up. She stood still for a while, trying to process what had just happened.
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