The Hook and the Trap
When Ammy D’Aurelius smiled quietly to himself, already savoring the success of his hidden sche, Julian D’Aurelius noticed it imdiately.
Julian’s golden eyes narrowed slightly.
A faint smile slowly ford on his lips as well.
Inside his mind he chuckled.
(Alright... let’s go with this plan for now.)
He leaned back against the bed casually, stretching his arms behind his head as if the entire conversation ant nothing to him.
Outwardly, he looked relaxed.
But inwardly—
He had already accepted the bait.
Julian grinned faintly.
He was simply waiting for the hook to sink deeper.
With Evan hiding sowhere in the shadows, those little informants and pawns would eventually start crawling out one by one.
And when they did—
He would deal with them.
One.
By.
One.
Then Julian lazily waved his hand toward Lina Ashford.
"You should go rest too. We’ll continue with the massage section tomorrow."
"Yes, Young Master Julian."
Lina nodded politely.
But inside her heart, her emotions were tangled beyond words.
Everything that had happened today had shaken her deeply.
The truth about her past.
The doubts about the Obsidian Wing.
The strange kindness in Julian’s thoughts.
She needed ti alone.
Ti to breathe.
Ti to think.
She turned and walked toward the door.
But the mont Ammy D’Aurelius saw her clearly—
He froze.
Completely stunned.
When did such a stunning beauty appear in this house?
Her beauty was breathtaking.
Long green hair flowed down her back like silk, and her purple eyes carried a cool elegance that made her seem both distant and alluring.
Her curvy figure wrapped inside the maid uniform only made her more striking.
Her chest pressed proudly against the tight fabric.
Her waist slim.
Her hips round and full.
Her long legs graceful and firm.
Even compared with won like Selena Aurevale, she didn’t fall behind.
And when he rembered what Julian had said earlier—
"Massage section?"
His eyes widened slightly.
Seriously?
His cousin had a maid like this?
Ammy swallowed.
A greedy thought flashed across his mind.
He hurried out of the room behind her.
"Lina, wait."
She stopped.
Her expression was already slightly cold.
"Are you the new maid?" Ammy asked with a charming smile.
"What’s your na?"
"Lina Ashford."
Her voice was calm.
Then she looked at him coldly.
"Why?"
Ammy straightened his jacket.
"I’m Ammy D’Aurelius, Julian’s cousin."
He smiled warmly.
"I don’t usually stay here, so it’s normal you don’t know ."
He stepped closer.
"How about we grab dinner tonight?"
"Just to get to know each other."
While speaking—
His hand reached out.
Trying to wrap around her waist.
In his mind, he was already calculating.
Such a beauty working as a maid?
Ridiculous.
If Julian didn’t want her, he could easily keep her.
He had the money.
He had the status.
But the mont his hand touched her—
SLAP.
The sound echoed sharply in the hallway.
Ammy’s head snapped sideways.
His face burned instantly.
Before he could even react—
Lina moved.
Her hand shot forward.
Her fingers locked around his throat.
In one swift motion—
She slamd him against the wall.
Ammy’s pupils shrank.
His breathing instantly stopped.
For the first ti—
Fear filled his chest.
Because the woman standing before him was no longer a beautiful maid.
She felt like a venomous snake ready to strike.
Lina’s face was ice cold.
Her purple eyes stared down at him without rcy.
"Don’t push your luck."
Her voice was quiet.
But deadly.
"I’m also sent by Evan."
Those words hit him like a hamr.
Her grip tightened slightly.
Ammy’s legs trembled uncontrollably.
"S-sorry..."
His voice ca out weak.
This was the first ti in his life—
He had felt true fear from a woman.
Lina stared at him for another mont.
Then she released him.
Ammy collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air.
His chest rose and fell violently.
Lina calmly took out a wet wipe from her pocket.
She wiped her hands slowly.
As if touching him had dirtied them.
Her voice carried cold contempt.
"Know your place."
Then—
She casually stepped forward.
Her heel landed lightly against his cheek.
Pressing his face sideways against the floor for a brief second before she walked past him.
Ammy winced but didn’t dare shout.
If he scread—
The servants would co running.
And if they saw him like this—
What dignity would he have left?
He remained silent.
His fists clenched tightly.
After Lina disappeared down the hallway—
Ammy slowly stood up.
His face twisted with humiliation.
He had been slapped.
Threatened.
And stepped on—
By a woman.
His eyes filled with resentnt.
Just wait.
Once he took control of the D’Aurelius household—
He would make that woman regret everything.
But another thought soon replaced the anger.
Excitent.
If Lina was truly planted here by Evan—
That ant the Obsidian King had already infiltrated Julian’s ho.
Young Master Evan truly had terrifying influence.
Working with him...
His plan was guaranteed to succeed.
Later that night, Ammy left the D’Aurelius residence.
The mont he got inside his car—
He made a phone call.
Quickly reporting everything.
This ti—
Julian D’Aurelius was finished.
Or so he believed.
But what Ammy didn’t know—
Was that the mont he ended the call—
Julian had already received the recording.
Julian sat inside his room, listening quietly.
His eyebrow lifted slightly.
"The Scythe Division?"
He rembered them very clearly.
They were elite warriors of the Obsidian Wing, personally trained for high-level missions.
Each mber was an expert in Old Martial Arts.
In this world, the strongest fighters practiced Old Martial Arts.
Their power levels were divided into four ranks.
Platinum Realm.
Gold Realm.
Silver Realm.
And the lowest—
Iron Realm.
Even soone at the lowest Iron Realm could easily beco the head bodyguard of a powerful household.
The four mbers of the Scythe Division were all at the peak of the Iron Realm.
Julian leaned back in his chair.
A slow smile spread across his face.
"Just four little brothers."
He chuckled quietly.
Even Evan, who had reached the Silver Realm, couldn’t break the defense of the Undestroyable Barrier Skill.
And now these four Iron Realm fighters thought they could kill him?
With Ammy helping them?
Julian stretched lazily.
He almost felt bad for them.
They were walking straight into their own graves.
Still—
His expression slowly hardened.
Peaceful living had always been his only goal.
But if others insisted on disturbing that peace—
Then he would remove them.
One by one.
Cleanly.
Quietly.
After that night, Julian spent two full days lazily relaxing at ho.
Surprisingly—
No ssage ca from Ammy.
Not even a hint of the trap being set.
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