My Billionaire Dad Became a Lovesick Fool

My dad is a well-known billionaire. But last year, he suddenly became completely whipped. He declared he was going to transfer all his assets to his new, much younger girlfriend. He claimed they were soulmates. I almost laughed out loud. I forced him to sign a "love test wager." He was incredibly confident. That is, until he saw his little girlfriend doing everything she could to seduce me. I thought he lost. But in the end, I was the one who learned a lesson. "Chloe and I are in true love! You just don't get it!" My sixty-something father was about to sign the asset transfer agreement with a dramatic flourish of his pen. Right before his pen touched the paper, I snatched the document away, leaving his hand hanging in the air. "In love with what? Your age? Your bald head? Or your wrinkling, saggy skin?" I honestly couldn't understand it. In his youth, he had been a legendary figure in the business world. How did his brain rot so quickly starting last year? My dad glared at me and tried to grab the papers back. "Give it back! Chloe is right. I’m not dead yet, and you’re already eyeing my money!" "All you care about is money! You probably wish I'd drop dead tomorrow. Well, I won't let you have your way!" It was always Chloe this, Chloe that. He was completely brainwashed by that woman. To be able to twist my dad around her little finger, she definitely had some skills. "Do you really think that woman loves you?" "Of course!" My dad answered instantly, without a shred of hesitation. "Fine. Then do you dare to make a bet with me?" "If you win, I won't say a word about you transferring all your assets to her." "I'll even transfer my own company to her as a wedding gift." My dad fell silent, eyeing me suspiciously. I felt a flicker of hope, thinking his rusty brain was finally working and that he was starting to doubt her intentions. But then he said... "Since when are you this generous, you money-grubber?" "Hurry up! Write it down. We need a signed contract. No backing out!" I almost burst out laughing. Wow. He really didn't think he could lose! "Fine. But if you lose, all your assets go to me." "Also, you can't tell that woman anything about this wager." "And once the agreement is signed, you must follow my arrangements completely." My dad agreed to all my conditions. But given his severe case of love-brain, I didn't trust him. So, the moment he signed, I ignored his protests and confiscated all his communication devices. At the same time, I staged a fake kidnapping scenario. In reality, I just sent him to a secluded vacation resort. After setting everything up, I sat at the dining table, cutting my steak with ease, patiently waiting for the woman to show up.Three days later... "Sir, a Miss Chloe Bennett is here to see your father." "Let her in." I smiled. That was fast. I thought she would have held out a bit longer. "Hello, Mr. Sterling." Chloe clutched her handbag tightly, looking quite anxious. I took her in quietly. She was around twenty, with a plain, innocent-looking face. She deliberately avoided my gaze when our eyes met. So my old man got tired of flashy women and decided to go for a seemingly simple, wholesome girl? She was young, sure. But as for the rest, I lost interest after a single glance. "I came today to ask if you’ve heard from Arthur." "He’s been missing for days. I don't know..." "He was kidnapped." I delivered the news with a polite smile, watching her face drop in shock. "The kidnappers want a hundred million dollars. Otherwise, they'll kill him." "Miss Bennett, right? Maybe you should start looking for your next target." As I spoke, my eyes remained locked on her face. I watched her expression shift from disbelief to deep sorrow, and then to a pleading look. I couldn't help but admire her acting skills in my head. If I didn't know deep down that she was only after his money, I might have actually believed her. But I was an expert player myself. She couldn't fool me with her cheap drama. "Arthur is your father! Aren't you going to save him?" I expressionlessly pulled out the asset transfer agreement and waved it in front of her. "I’m sure you know he was planning to transfer everything to you." "Before making that decision, he didn't care at all about leaving a single penny to his own son." "So tell me, why should I save him?" Her eyes hungrily followed the papers in my hand. I tossed them onto the table in front of her. "If you were in my shoes, would you save him?" Chloe didn't say a word. She picked up the agreement, her hands trembling with excitement as she flipped through the pages. I let out a cold laugh and leaned back into the soft sofa. "Don't get too excited. He was kidnapped before he could sign it." Seeing the flash of disappointment in her eyes, I knew exactly what she was thinking. I made a suggestion. "Since my dad cared about you so much, why don't you stay here for now? I'll look after you on his behalf." Chloe didn't agree immediately. She instantly put up a defensive posture. I shook my head and looked at her mockingly. "Relax. You're not my type."The moment the first act ended, my old man impatiently called me. "See? I told you my Chloe is a good girl! She even begged you to save me!" In the room where my dad was staying, I had installed a massive projector that streamed everything happening at my house in real-time. So, the second I walked into my room, he was already trying to prove himself. "What's the rush? This is only the beginning." *Knock, knock, knock.* A rhythmic knocking sounded at my door. I quickly hung up on my dad. I opened the door to find Chloe. She had clearly just showered. She was wrapped in nothing but a bath towel, her skin glistening with a faint, warm mist of water. I took a step back to keep my distance. "Miss Bennett, what are you doing?" She really couldn't wait. It was her very first night here, and she was already pulling this stunt. Chloe bit her lower lip, looking incredibly embarrassed. "Mr. Sterling, the water heater seems to be broken. Could you come and check it for me?" "I... I already put body wash on, and I haven't rinsed it off yet." She lowered her head, her fingers nervously playing with the edge of the towel. Only then did I notice a few small bubbles of soap still clinging to her skin. I didn't know what kind of body wash she used, but it had a subtle, pleasant scent that made people feel relaxed. I didn't refuse. For me, the faster she moved, the faster I'd get the results I wanted. I walked into her bathroom and turned the shower handle. Sure enough, there was no water. She slowly leaned in close to me, pretending to inspect the faucet together. In reality, she was quietly pressing her body against mine. "Is it bad, Mr. Sterling? Can you tell what's wrong?" Her lips were incredibly close to my ear as she whispered. I pretended to be clueless, frowning as I examined the showerhead. "Everything looks fine. That's strange." Since she had sabotaged the water heater to make it fail, I was going to let it stay broken tonight. "Oh no... What should I do then?" She looked troubled, her eyes darting toward me suggestively. I knew she was waiting for me to offer an alternative, but I refused to take the bait. Finally, Chloe couldn't help herself. "Mr. Sterling, could I use the shower in your room?" "Just for a quick minute. Please?" She pleaded softly, her voice dripping with sweetness. I nodded in agreement. However, I went to sit on the living room sofa instead of going back into my bedroom. When Chloe finally took her time coming out, I completely ignored her purposefully exposed, fair legs. I stood up and said, "Done? I'm going to sleep." She had no choice but to step aside and let me pass.For the second act, my old man was just as eager to call. "See? I told you! Chloe did nothing wrong!" "If the water heater hadn't broken down, she wouldn't even have paid attention to you." "Seriously, call a plumber and have them check all the appliances. I don't want Chloe to be uncomfortable." I was utterly speechless. He actually believed the water heater broke on its own. He didn't doubt her intentions for a single second. Luckily, his lovesick genes weren't passed down to me, or else the Sterling men would have been conned out of every penny. "Ah!" It was Chloe’s voice, coming from the bathroom. I hung up the phone and walked toward the sound. *Knock, knock, knock.* "Miss Bennett, is everything okay?" "I... I slipped when I got out of the tub. I can't move." Her voice suddenly carried a hint of tears. "Mr. Sterling... did I... did I injure my spine?" A spinal injury was no joke; it could lead to paralysis. I didn't hesitate. I kicked the door open. Chloe was lying on the floor without a single thread of clothing, her eyes brimming with tears. She held her arms out to me. "Mr. Sterling, save me..." As she moved, her curves shifted subtly. I awkwardly looked away, grabbed a nearby bath towel to cover her up, and scooped her into my arms. "Ow... it hurts..." She whimpered softly, but her arms wound tightly around my neck. I laid her face down on the sofa, then immediately called the family doctor to come over. "Miss Bennett, you seem to have a lot of accidents since you moved in." "Maybe..." "I'm fine," Chloe quickly interrupted, "I was just careless." "I'll be more careful next time. I'm so sorry for causing you trouble, Mr. Sterling." She seemed to realize I was about to kick her out, so she cut me off instantly. I looked at her with amusement. Since our first meeting, she hadn't mentioned saving my father even once. To her, he was probably already a useless pawn. Only my old man was still blind to reality, thinking she still loved him. The doctor arrived within half an hour of my call. He used his equipment to examine her. "Don't worry, your spine is fine." "An injury of this level will heal in a few days with some rest." After giving his diagnosis, his gaze flicked back and forth between Chloe and me with a knowing look. "Ahem, but I should warn you both. Try to avoid such... intense activities in the future." "This lady was lucky this time. Next time might be different." My mind raced, and I immediately realized what the doctor was implying. He actually thought Chloe's injury happened because we were doing... something intimate. Chloe understood too. Her face flushed, and she looked at me with a shy, bashful expression. I quietly escorted the doctor out, offering no explanation. To Chloe, my silence was as good as confirming our affair. My phone kept vibrating in my pocket. I knew my old man was losing his mind.