Spotlight on the Villain
But now? Julian D’Aurelius didn’t care. Rich, handso, untouchable—why not indulge a little in freedom?
"Wait for ."
Foot on the gas, the McLaren Senna surged forward. Light bounced wildly across its dark, glossy fra as the engine growled - low and hungry. A flash of gold showed in his gaze, sharp with waiting. Under neon skies, the antagonist stepped into motion, pulling Selene Aurevale along whether she wished it or not.
Footsteps away, the glow of MoonDrift Club rose into view as Julian guided his car toward the entrance. Lights flickered in bright streaks across the sky, spilling color onto the pavent. A deep beat rolled out from inside, thumping low like a steady heartbeat through the night air.
Out of nowhere, the silver McLaren Senna slid into sight. Feet stuck on pavent, people just stared, mouths open.
Folks with streaming gear snapped their lenses toward the shiny sports machine right away.
"Damn, isn’t that a McLaren Senna? I heard there’s only one in the country!"
"Which second-generation rich kid is driving such a flashy car?"
"Damn, when can I be reborn into a rich family like that?"
Maybe... I’d co back as their pet dog," soone murmured, eyes wide, voice tinged with longing.
A woman dressed bold walked up, eyes set on him - money talked, she knew that well. This spot? ant for hunting big wallets, nothing hidden there.
Julian tugged the handle, and a sharp grating noise sliced through the air as chro bit into pavent. Heads snapped toward the sound. A few girls sucked in breath, caught off guard.
Few guessed he’d look that way - youthful, striking, almost too sharp to ignore. Power sat close around him, not loud, just undeniable, like cold marble under sunlight. He moved where Jiao Enjun once stood in people’s minds, only quieter, heavier, carved from sothing older than fa.
"Oh my god, isn’t that the eldest young master of the D’Aurelius Family?"
"I recognize him! The D’Aurelius Family’s assets have long been in the billions, right?"
"This must be his first ti here. I have to go talk to him!"
Excitent rippled through the group as several girls couldn’t resist moving closer.
The female influencer at the front, unwilling to lose her chance to the others, quickened her pace toward Julian. But as she closed the distance, her heel caught on the curb. With a startled yelp, she stumbled forward—landing right against him.
"Are you alright?" Julian’s hand instinctively reached out to steady her.
"I’m fine! Sorry, Young Master D’Aurelius, I almost—bumped into you," she murmured, her cheeks flushed. The accidental closeness pressed her body subtly against his.
Julian’s lips curved in a faint, polite smile. Close contact... excellent.
"It’s nothing, be careful."
His calm, easy deanor made several girls watching nearby swoon. It wasn’t just wealth—they were captivated by his raw, effortless charm.
The influencer prepared to resu her flirty approach when the rest of the girls sward closer.
"Young Master D’Aurelius, are you here to have fun?"
"Young Master D’Aurelius, can I add you on Hello ssenger?"
"Young Master D’Aurelius..."
Phones ca out; they were ready to exchange contacts instantly. One bold female strear even tugged at her dress neckline to flaunt her figure, hoping to catch his attention.
Another girl, daring, reached out and pinched Julian’s butt.
Envy flared among the bystanders.
Damn it... he’s rich and handso. How are the rest of us supposed to survive?
Julian, inwardly, felt a giddy thrill.
This was the first ti he experienced this level of attention.
So this is the joy of being a rich, handso guy?
He let the thought sink in, eyes sweeping the crowd. The villains he had played in past stories—gangsters, security guards, freelance warriors—none of them had ever commanded this kind of fascination. Their wealth never exceeded a million, their aura never drew such admiration.
Now, he understood the true power of wealth paired with charm. The kind that made won proactive, bold, audacious.
Perfect. This is exactly the leverage I need. Let’s see who can resist now.
The night pulsed around him, lights shimring off the McLaren Senna as Julian D’Aurelius stepped into MoonDrift Club, the villain fully in control of his stage—and the crowd’s attention.
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