My Only Love: The Targeted Heiress

No one knew for how many times Vincent sighed dejectedly that day. He was used to being accompanied by Cathy every time he took a photo, and now he felt... empty.

In fact, before meeting Cathy, he didn't like anyone's company when he was looking for materials for his gallery. Now, why isn't he excited about taking pictures when he was alone?

The camera has been adjusted to the focus point, and the lighting angle was also quite right, but Vincent still felt that something is missing. In the end, he gave up and stored the camera in the camera bag. It looks like today he won't be able to take good pictures.

Vincent walked past a children's playground. He smiled when he saw several small kids playing cheerfully there. Some play swing chairs, and some glide on the slides. Some play in the desert area or sit on carousels.

Abigail, his niece, likes to climb the plum metal the most. Every time the child wants to play, Bryant or Vincent must help her. Otherwise, the little girl could fall at any time while playing there.

Vincent's smile widened as he remembered his niece. He was sure that Abi and Cathy were very similar. Both like extreme activities that drain a lot of energy.

Vincent walked away still with a broad smile before his smile disappeared instantly. His steps stopped, and he turned his head slightly to confirm something.

It seems like someone has been following him from earlier. Or is it just his feeling?

Vincent clicked his tongue inwardly. That man had only trained him for one year, but why were his instincts still working? His sight, hearing, and reactions to recognize surroundings exceed ordinary people in general.

He could see dark surroundings more clearly than ordinary people. His ears could also hear the slightest suspicious sound. Because of that, he would immediately wake up when he caught an unusual sound unless he ate sleeping pills or his body was not in good shape.

He could even detect an aura of hostility or hatred towards him around him. And now, his instincts told him someone had been following him ever since he separated from Cathy. He hoped he was just being overreacting.

Vincent took another leisurely stride, this time cautiously. Even though he thought it was just h feelings, he still felt the presence of someone following him.

Finally, Vincent entered the slum lower class house building where not many people want to invade. As expected, the person he suspected was still following him.

Vincent started to accelerate his pace and turned into a small alley. After turning here and there, he finally decided to stop and turned around to wait for whoever followed him.

Tap!

And then appeared an older man before him. Huh? Why did that man appear again after eighteen years of disappearance?

Vincent did not have time to find the answer because the older man attacked him. Vincent swiftly dodged and passed through the empty gap to avoid the person's attack.

Unfortunately, the man did not stop and continued to attack him repeatedly. Vincent was the most anti-violence, but he allowed himself to practice martial arts under this older man because of a forgotten reason.

At first, Vincent could only dodge without retaliating, but in the end, he also gave his shot, which his former trainer immediately blocked.

Vincent had not trained for a long time, making him overwhelmed by his former coach's advances. Until finally, the older man managed to hit Vincent's chest with his palm.

Vincent coughed under the attack while clutching his chest, which had been hit hard.

"You old man. Why don't you just retire?" Vincent scolded in a muffled voice because he still had pain in his chest.

"An immodest child. I'm not even sixty yet. I'm still young!"

Vincent snorted indifferently to the proud tone of the older man. Then Vincent sat casually on the floor with one leg bent horizontally while the other bent towards his chest. He rested his one hand on his bent knee in a relaxed manner as if no one attacked him before this.

"Why are you relaxing like that? You're not afraid I'll attack you again?"

"I won't be able to win against you. Why bother wasting my energy? Besides... you cherish me too much, so there's no way you will beat me to death."

The older man's mouth was wide open in disbelief at his disciple's extremely high self-confidence. The coach just shook his head in resignation and didn't want to argue anymore. The truth was that Vincent was the child he chose nineteen years ago.

"Lest, why are you here?" Finally, Vincent started the conversation with a severe and cold tone.

"How about you? Why don't you continue your training at all? Your attacks are very weak, powerless. Your speed is also less than before. Did you forget all my teaching, huh?"

An eyebrow from Vincent rose at the annoyance.

"Are you stalking me?"

"If not? What an ungrateful child. I saved his life, but he just forgot about it. If I knew this, I would not pick him up."

"What do you mean? You saved me? When?" was the mocking tone from Vincent.

"Who said I saved you?" Lest retorted irritably, much more irritated than before.

Vincent sighed, and after feeling his chest no longer hurt, Vincent got up and returned to take his bag. Luckily he had already taken off his camera bag before Lest came. Otherwise, he would have cried as soon as the camera was thrown from his body.

Vincent walked to get out of the slum he entered, but Lest blocked him.

"What else do you want?"

"Do you remember your promise in front of Chloe?"

At the mention of Chloe's name, Vincent gritted his teeth.

"You promised you would do whatever it took to protect her."

"Then what? Even before I officially became an LS member, Chloe is dead. Why should I protect people who are dead? Please leave me alone. I don't want to have any more contact with Paxton or LS." he wanted nothing from Paxton nor wish to have another connection with them.

Vincent walked again, but Lest blocked him once more time.

"Do you remember Ririn?"

"Should I remember it?"

"You really don't remember? She liked to follow you around."

"..."

'Pinpin!'

Rinrin?