My Only Love: The Targeted Heiress

It didn't take long before they continued chatting casually again. Cathy asked him about Abigail's age and why the little girl called Vincent the name Pinpin.

Apparently, Abigail spoke very late than the average child. She was only able to say the word 'mommy' after the age of three. Not being able to say 'Vincent,' so the man changed his name to Pinpin to make it easy for Abi to call him.

It had become a habit to continue until now, and Cathy couldn't help but laugh at the unique endearment name for her lover.

After traveling for two hours, they finally arrived at Red Rosemary. Vincent immediately came down to open Cathy's door like a guard who opened the door for the princess.

Cathy opened the gate after saying goodbye to each other and turned around to express her heart.

"Tonight is my best night. Thank you," she said with the most beautiful smile Vincent had ever seen.

Vincent froze in his place, utterly unprepared for the sudden smile 'attack.' Vincent held his left chest to feel the rhythm of his increasing heartbeat with a gasp in awe.

Vincent smiled as he shook his head. How could just that girl's words make him this happy? He even believed 'happy' was an understatement to describe his feeling tonight.

He already prepared himself if the girl would reject his love confession and wished to be only friends with him. Even though he was ready to face the bitter rejection, he still did his best to please and enchant her with his loving gesture.

His joy knew no bounds when the girl told him that she liked him too, and at that time, he felt like a thousand fireworks exploded in his mind.

Vincent walked towards the driver's side while calling someone.

"Otniel, I'm not selling it... The villa that has the lake... Hmm... then just put down the ad. Anyway, I don't want to sell it... Thanks for the help."

Well, who had ever thought that the villa owner with the lake was none other than Vincent, who secretly founded the Flex group, which now almost rivals Mercure and even the Alvianc group.

In this country, there were several corporations that got on the list in the top five business circles. The first place was the Bernz group, followed by Paxton and Alvianc. Mercure and Alvianc were fighting over each other's position, and the competition between them was very tight.

And only two years ago, the Flex group was officially ranked fifth. Of course, apart from his business associates and elite team members, no one knows that the Flex group's real founder was Vincentius Regnz.

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As soon as he arrived at Blue Rosemary, Vincent walked into the house with a happy whistle. Without suspecting anything and assuming the entire house's resident was asleep, Vincent entered his room on the second floor casually and took off his clothes. Unfortunately, the door immediately opened as he was about to put on his clean house clothes.

"Mom, when will you give me privacy?"

"Maybe after you got married. I definitely wouldn't just rush in like this."

Vincent's forehead frowned, "You want me to stay here after marriage?"

"Of course, Vanvan has been taken away by her husband. Do you have the heart to leave me alone in this house?"

Vincent sighed. "I see. How about we stay two nights on the weekend each week?"

"Hmph! What's the difference between you leaving this house?" Vienna snorted, then realized something. "So you're serious about the girl?"

"Of course. Did you allow me not to be serious in a relationship?" Vincent asked while continuing to wear his homey shirt.

"That's not what I meant. It's just..." Vincent could detect his mother's doubt. "I don't want you to like her just because her face looks like that woman."

"Who? What are you talking about?" this time, Vincent was confused by his mother's statement.

"You don't remember?"

"Nope. Who is the woman?"

"Chloe,"

"..." Just hearing that one name made his heart stop.

Chloeny Paxton, the woman he cherished, like a best friend, sister, and second mother. He had a major depressive disorder/ MDD at the beginning of that woman's death. And he often had nightmares that often made him unable to sleep well. And sometimes, he would think that it was better if he died.

Only until five years ago, Vincent accepted the reality and didn't blame himself anymore. Since then, his nightmare has never returned, and he has been able to live like an average man.

However, why does he have to hear that woman's name again? When he has decided to get out of anything related to Paxton, he put an enclosure to his past. He managed to not think about that woman and move on with his life with a great effort. But why does that name have to appear again?

Vincent's forehead twitched even more at his mother's statement.

"Cathy looks like Chloe?" As a matter of fact, Vincent no longer remembered what Chloe's face was like because he had been trying so hard to get Chloe's face out of his mind for nearly thirteen years.

Now his mother told him that Cathy looks like Chloe? Is that true? Since the beginning of their meeting, Vincent was already familiar with Cathy's face... but that doesn't mean Cathy looks like Chloe, right?

What was Chloe's face like? Why can't he remember it when he was trying to get back to digging up his memories of Chloe? Strangely, Cathy's face appeared in his mind instead of Chloe.

"My son, are you all right?" the mother was standing in front of him and touched his cheek gently.

Not wanting to make his mother worry, Vincent showed his smile.

"I'm fine. I don't like Cathy because she looks like anyone. I like her because she is Cathy and I love her, mom. So you don't need to worry." he replied with great confidence.

"Alright then, I can rest easy now. As long as she's not from Paxton, I'll always support you."

Vincent let his mom kissed his cheek before walking out of his room, only to leave him in confusion. He knew his family didn't like Paxton and only behave friendly but not too close when they met with the Paxton member, except for Benjamin. His family only adore Benjamin as the man was the only nephew of his mother.

Vincent himself didn't like the Paxton members either, nor did he even want to go back to dealing with them. However... he couldn't get rid of what his mother stated.

How similar are the girls' faces? Unable to hold back his curiosity, Vincent exited the room and walked toward the warehouse.

He rummaged through what he thought was his box for something. Not finding what he was looking for, Vincent came out and headed to the photo album storage room.

He took a photo album of himself and looked inside. Vienna, Mrs. Regnz loved to collect photos of her two children and made them into albums. Therefore, it was not surprising that this room was filled with memorable albums about Vincent and Vanessa.

He glanced one after another at the photos. Surprisingly, the pictures of him around the age of seven to fourteen were not so many as he thought. Even the number could be counted on the fingers, while his photos at other ages were countless.

Nor did he find Chloe's photos or with Benjamin while visiting the Eastern Wallace. He was sure he took a lot of pictures at Chloe's residence. But why couldn't he find a single photo of Eastern Wallace?

Vincent remembered he was only seven when he first met Chloe, and that woman died when he was fourteen. At the same time, he felt that many photos were lost when he was seven to fourteen years old. Is this just a coincidence, or someone deliberately ripped of his old pictures with Chloe and Ben?

"Vincent, what are you doing?" a deep, firm voice came from the door of the room. "Your mother thinks an intruder has entered."

"Sorry, I just wanted to find a photo," he replied. "Dad, why are the photos when I was seven to fourteen so little?"

Vincent was sure he had seen the strain in his father's eyes.

"Really? Maybe it's just your feelings." strangely, his father's expression seemed to return to normal when he answered.

Vincent knew there was something hidden from him. His father, mother, and even his sister always avoided him whenever he asked about his condition when he was fourteen.

One day he woke up inside the hospital room without remembering what happened the day before. He had a slight concussion to make him lost some of his memories. 

He didn't know what happened to him, but he noticed thick bandages wrapped around his head and abdomen. His condition was quite bad at that time, and he was shocked to hear that his memory paused at six months before.

He did not know whether he had been unconscious for six months or he had amnesia and forgotten the whole thing in that past six months. A few days after he woke up, he heard the news of Chloe's death, and he missed the woman's funeral.

"It's late. You better go to bed." came the stern tone from his father.

Vincent complied and immediately cleaned up the photo album before returning to his room. He contacted Pasha, one of the members who were experts with computers.

"Can you find something for me?"

"What?"

"I want you to investigate Chloeny Paxton's death eighteen years ago."