Secrets, Sches, and Unexpected Visitors
"Next ti?" Julian’s golden eyes widened in disbelief, a mix of frustration and incredulity flashing across his face. Was she deliberately making things difficult for him?
"What else?" Bianca De Dominicis squinted her eyes, a triumphant smile lighting up her red lips.
Being able to hear his inner thoughts... how could she ever let him off so easily? Humph!
[Shitty system, co out here! Why is Bianca’s character also collapsing?] Julian roared inwardly.
Damn it, another snitch trying to get killed!
A soft, amused chuckle echoed in his mind. The Tyrant System, invisible and herbal only to him, seed entertained.
Suddenly, Bianca’s phone rang on the table. She picked it up, spoke a few crisp sentences, then frowned slightly. "Got it. Delay the new thermal power eting by half an hour. I’ll be there soon."
Hanging up, she turned to Julian, her smile gentle, almost radiant. "I have an ergency eting at the company. I’ll co find you later."
"Go handle your business," Julian said quickly, eager for her to leave and for the room to return to normal.
[New thermal power project? Oh, I rember... isn’t this the trap laid by Ryan De Dominicis and Evan? To invest in this project, the De Dominicis Household’s entire 50 billion Euro cash flow would be tied up, putting the De Dominicis Company in serious crisis.]
[Ryan De Dominicis would seize power while Evan played the benevolent savior, helping Bianca resolve the crisis, drawing her into his harem, and then eliminating Ryan. In the end, wouldn’t the De Dominicis Household fall entirely under Evan’s control?]
As Bianca moved toward the door, her body suddenly trembled, her eyes widening in shock.
How did Julian know about this?
This investnt project was top secret! Only a handful of executives and family mbers were aware. And the one championing it? Her cousin, Ryan De Dominicis.
"Could it really be true?" Bianca bit her lip, her gaze flicking back to Julian, filled with a mix of awe and gratitude.
He must have been watching out for her all along, secretly using the D’Aurelius Household’s resources to investigate.
She wanted to thank him, to ask for confirmation—but words failed her. Helpless, all she could do was nod and hurriedly leave for the company.
As she exited, her expression hardened, eyes icy, radiating a subtle, lethal intensity.
Good one, Ryan De Dominicis... Good one, Evan.
If I uncover the truth... neither of you will survive!
Once the door clicked shut, Julian let out a slow, relieved sigh, sinking back into the sofa with a quiet chuckle.
Master, I get it now.
Even though Bianca had been acting strange today, the plot was still firmly in place. Once Evan ca to the De Dominicis Household and displayed his kingly aura, Bianca would undoubtedly be swayed.
When she compared Evan to ... she would inevitably fall for him.
As for today’s little incident? She would never tell Evan.
[As long as I maintain a low profile, Evan will be busy managing his girls and showing off. And once he knows I have nothing to do with Selena... I should survive to the end.] Julian thought, a small smile tugging at his lips.
At that mont, soft footsteps approached the door. Julian’s gaze shifted, imdiately catching sight of a petite yet striking figure.
Though small in stature, certain curves were impossible to ignore—her E-cup chest swayed subtly with each step, her narrow waist and thick thighs frad by a refined yet delicate fra.
Dressed in an elegant Lolita outfit, she seed lifted straight from the pages of a fantasy illustration, porcelain skin glowing faintly in the ambient sunlight.
Seeing Julian, her hazel eyes sparkled with recognition. A sweet, innocent smile curved her lips as she greeted softly, "Hello, cousin Julian."
Julian blinked, quickly recalling her identity. "Oh... Amara, long ti no see."
Amara Ravenswood—the most renowned young dical prodigy in Valemont. At just twenty years old, her skill in dicine ranked among the top ten across Europe.
Her grandfather, Johny Ravenswood, was a legendary sage of dicine, respected by an entire generation.
Amara herself was a daughter of heaven, her beauty ethereal yet grounded, a proud combination of intelligence and charm. Naturally, she was destined to belong to Evan’s harem, a jewel of unparalleled worth.
Julian studied her quietly. Her long brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, catching the sunlight. Her petite figure, while smaller than Bianca’s, held a graceful strength. Her D.Aurelius instincts flared—he knew she could be as lethal with knowledge as she was with appearance.
Yet as she approached, her eyes held warmth, trust, and subtle admiration for him. A rare combination.
The room seed to still for a heartbeat, sunlight catching motes in the air, as Julian and Amara regarded one another. A silent understanding passed between them—a eting of fates in a web of intrigue, desire, and survival.
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