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Knock. Knock.

Vernon snapped out of his daze once he heard a knock on his car window.

Knock. Knock.

"Hello? Can I co in now? It's literally freezing here!"

Vernon unlocked the door, and the woman he was supposed to et sat on the passenger seat, complaining as she tried to wipe the snow off her coat, "Geez, what took you so long to unlock the door? This winter coat is so expensive, I can't afford to replace it if it's ruined!"

Vernon stared at the woman sitting next to him for a while. A lot changed after she got ditched by Vincent.

First, she looked unkempt now.

She still had the beauty Vincent would love but looked haggard and old. She was probably under too much stress, and working in Walmart to make ends et wasn't the most comfortable job either.

'Hm... I'll have to send her money for a treatnt. She needs to be absolutely stunning in front of Vincent,' Vernon thought.

Second, she was wearing shabby apparel from head to toe. She called an old Versace coat 'expensive,' which was ridiculous for Vernon because he knew how much money Vincent spent on her.

She would never be this broke if she was smart with her money. She could invest that money and live off of the dividend.

But Vernon knew she was so hellbent on becoming the next Mrs. Gray, replacing Chloe, because she thought that Vincent was ready to ditch Chloe for this woman.

Third, she was desperate enough to accept contact from her forr lover's brother just to get in touch with Vincent again, even though Vincent already hated her guts.

So this proves one thing.

'This woman wants Vincent more than the status. She might want the status at first to cent their relationship, but it was obvious that she was obsessed with Vincent.

'I don't know what she sees in him. But that's all I need to know, so I can exploit her for my plan to weaken my big bro even more,' Vernon thought.

"Long ti no see, Priscilla," Vernon initiated the conversation between them.

Priscilla smiled at Vernon with a perverted gaze. She was ogling his strong body and handso face and couldn't help but get awed, "Good afternoon, handso. It's been a long ti since the last ti I saw you, and you've beco even more handso than before, Mr. Phoenix Gray."

"Do you know why I contacted you before?" Vernon asked.

"No clue, but if I may guess, could it be that you're interested in ?" Priscilla asked back with a seductive smile that didn't even work at Vernon. She leaned closer and ran her finger on his strong chest. "I an, I love your Big brother more, but since he doesn't want anymore, then you could. You have a bit of similarity to him and you have a stronger body too, that's a plus!"

Vernon wasn't all that offended by her words. It just proved his theory that Priscilla was actually obsessed with Vincent.

"I'm here to give you a very tempting offer, Priscilla," Vernon said.

"A tempting offer? Like a job?" Priscilla asked.

"Yes."

"Oh, yes! Please give a job!" Priscilla said happily. She glanced at the Walmart building across the parking lot and rolled her eyes, "Working with those sad people is not good for my skin. It makes look ugly, just like them."

"Hahah, you will be quite happy with the job that I'm about to give you," Vernon said. "And this involves Vincent."

"Vincent?!" Priscilla's eyes widened. There was excitent and sadness mixed together in her heart. "D—Did Vincent tell you that he will take back? Oh My God! I can finally have him back!"

"Well, my Big brother hasn't said a thing about you after you left. But I can help you get a job as his secretary, just like your ti when you were his personal secretary for seven years straight," Vernon said. "Not only that, I will give you that job as his personal assistant permanently."

"Permanently? Does that an he won't be able to kick out just like before?"

"Yes, even better than that, you can finally be Mrs. Gray," Vernon said. "But you need to do what I told you to do. We have the sa thod that will help to achieve our different goal."

Priscilla was completely engrossed with the idea of becoming Mrs. Priscilla Gray.

After the viral video of that ugly lady calling herself Vincent's future wife and the video of Chloe's new glamorous look, Priscilla was determined to get what she wanted.

No more waiting.

She had to do sothing, or else Vincent would never be hers.

"Tell what should I do then, as long as I can get Vincent in the end, then I will do anything!" Priscilla said without hesitation.

'And just like that, the rat king enters my trap,' Vernon said in his heart, trying his best not to laugh joyfully.

"Co here, let whisper the idea to you," Vernon instructed.

Priscilla leaned forward and tilted her ear towards him, waiting for the instruction that would change her life forever.

She listened attentively. Her expression changed from curiosity to shock, understanding, and eagerness. She nodded repeatedly as Vernon kept on whispering the plan he had in mind.

After he told her everything, he said, "That's my plan. Isn't that beneficial for both of us? You get what you want, and I get what I want."

"Yes, it's a perfect plan!" Priscilla said. "But you have to help fund first! I don't want to go back to the Gray company looking so shabby like this. I don't think Vincent will like if I'm not beautiful enough."

"Oh, don't worry about that. I will give you all the funding you need so you will look stunning," Vernon said. "Just rember that my Big bro is in a bad shape right now. He might not like you at first, but if you keep being around him, then he will eventually get used to your presence. Rember, don't be swayed by that, that's just the first step of our plan."

"Yes, Boss. I understand!"

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