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.
