The Villain Who Stole Hearts-Chapter 87: Ambiguous Talk

Ding! Child of Fate, Caden Voss, has lost 500 luck points. Congratulations to the host for earning +10,000 Villain Points!

Ding! Child of Fate, Caden Voss, has lost 1,000 luck points. Congratulations to the host for earning +20,000 Villain Points!

Ding! Female lead Lyra’s affection has increased. Congratulations to the host for earning +1,000 Villain Points!

Ding! Female lead Lyra has severed ties with the Child of Fate. Congratulations to the host for earning +5,000 Villain Points!

"..."

Lying in bed, Veil quietly listened to the system notifications, his heart brimming with satisfaction.

Everything had been arranged long in advance. All he needed to do was show up, light the fuse, and then sit back as events played out precisely as he had planned.

From Oliver Chandler coughing up blood at the banquet to Lyra’s unique physique being exposed—it had all been orchestrated to the last detail.

Poor Caden Voss was probably still celebrating his narrow escape from prison, completely unaware that he had been released for one final purpose: to give Veil a last burst of Villain Points... before getting thrown right back in.

Trying to flirt with Lyra?

Dream on.

Honestly, if Caden Voss didn’t have some decent strength, Blood Mandala would’ve killed him by now.

That woman—utterly brainless—only knew how to behave in front of Veil. Anyone else, especially someone like Caden, wouldn’t have lasted a minute in her hands.

Hissss...

Just as Veil was lost in thought, his phone chimed. The screen lit up—Lyra had sent a message.

> "Thank you for today. I don’t know how you discovered the dark secrets of the Chandler family, but what you did helped me release the hatred I’ve carried for over a decade.

It’s just a shame that the worst of them—Oliver Chandler—was saved by Caden Voss."

Veil chuckled softly at the message.

Of course Oliver was saved by Caden. A guy like him would never pass up the chance to show off his strength.

But had Oliver really survived?

Not quite. The drug Blood Mandala used wasn’t something you could just walk off. That momentary recovery was only the eye of the storm. Soon enough, he’d be standing at death’s door.

Not that Veil cared. Oliver had already served his purpose—dragging Caden down with him—and was now worthless.

After a moment of thought, Veil replied:

> "Miss Lyra, you really shouldn’t have gone to that place today. For you, it was no different than a prison.

As for helping you... you’re overthinking it. It was just coincidence."

Her reply came almost instantly:

> "Do you think I’m stupid? If you hadn’t set things up beforehand, I’d probably be locked up by the Chandlers right now. Thankfully, the deputy chief arrived in time to pull me out.

And stop calling me ’Miss’ or ’Professor.’ Didn’t you already call me Lyra today? That sounds better.

Anyway, today helped me let go of something I’ve been carrying for over ten years. You helped me. I owe you. Say the word—one request. Anything you ask, I won’t refuse."

...Damn.

She was clearly aware that today’s events weren’t just coincidence. She knew Veil had done it all for her.

The realization stirred something in him. Suddenly, work felt a lot more rewarding.

> "Lyra, uh... you wear that same uniform every day. Don’t you have anything else? Something a little more flattering? You know, something that shows off your figure?"

Veil sent the message carefully. He knew about Lyra’s little obsession. Maybe it wasn’t exactly a fetish, but she did love showing off her figure—especially in selfies.

If she’d truly dropped her guard around him, and if they’d gotten close enough... maybe she’d actually send something.

Yeah.

He was just testing their level of intimacy.

Definitely not hoping for anything indecent.

Ding-dong!

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Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

Photos poured in one after another—zero hesitation.

The first one showed Lyra in nothing but tight, seductive lingerie—black stockings, a plunging neckline framing her generous curves.

Her figure was insane.

A waist so slim it looked like it could be gripped in one hand, flawless skin, not a trace of fat.

And those long, slender legs paired with such an impossibly tiny waist?

Unreal.

The next photo was taken at the beach—Lyra in a bikini.

Even Veil, who’d seen countless beauties, sucked in a quiet breath.

How should he put it...

Some women wear revealing clothes, but leave no impression.

Lyra, on the other hand? She usually looked so composed in public—but in private, she was pure temptation. That stark contrast made her devastatingly attractive.

Drop-dead gorgeous.

"Youth Master, what are you looking at?"

A soft, slightly pouty voice came from beside him—Alice had leaned in, trying to peek at his screen.

She could feel it. He wasn’t looking at anything innocent.

There was just something in his aura that told her—this was not a wholesome moment.

Right as she leaned in, the screen went black.

Alice gave a little snort. She was jealous. She knew he was looking at some other girl.

Usually she didn’t mind much, but at this moment—when things were delicate—seeing him like that made her heart ache a little.

> "Young Master, I really like you... please don’t leave me, okay?"

Alice whispered as she scooted closer, her voice trembling slightly.

Veil leaned in and gave her a kiss, lazily sticking out his tongue as he mumbled something half-heartedly, then set the phone aside.

> "Young Master... do you like boys or girls? Could I... could I give you a child someday?"

Alice hugged Veil’s head gently, her voice timid and unsure.

Maybe it was the matron’s recent lectures, or her own growing insecurity, but Alice had become more anxious lately. She couldn’t stop thinking about it. Maybe—just maybe—if she had the Young Master’s child, she wouldn’t feel so unsettled.

Veil let out a lazy hum.

> "Of course you can. But you better think this through.

Once it happens, you won’t be able to come and go so freely anymore.

And if your lips get sore from trying too hard... don’t blame me."

Alice was momentarily confused by Veil’s sudden and profound remark.

It took her a while to catch on to what he really meant, and only then—when she saw the mischievous glint in his eyes—did she finally understand. With a soft hum of complaint, she plopped down on the couch without thinking.

She’d only meant to act a little coy and playful with him, but to her surprise, that simple movement ended up making a tiny, unintended contribution to global warming.

How to put it?

Some people really overestimate themselves... and in the end, they’re the ones who get burned.

In a small, aggrieved voice, she muttered, "Young Master, if one day you stop liking Alice... please don’t make me leave, okay?"

"What nonsense are you thinking about? How could I bear to make you leave?" Veil let out a helpless smile and kissed her cheek a few times. "I care about you so much. If you really want a baby, then we’ll have one. I won’t say no."

Alice buried her face in his chest. She stayed quiet for a long moment, then gently rubbed her cheek against his shirt, her voice trembling with hesitation.

"Maybe... not just yet."

Veil had been joking—but she had taken it seriously!

"Still overthinking?" Veil reached out and lightly tapped her forehead.

Alice pouted and shook her head. "Nope, not thinking too much anymore."

"Liar." Veil chuckled softly.

...

Veyport City, by the man-made lake—bathed in the soft glow of the evening sky, the water was calm and peaceful.

A small wooden boat floated conspicuously near the shore.

Carlin sat quietly at the front of the boat, head lowered in shy silence. Earlier, when Veil had carried her into the boat, she couldn’t help but notice his hands brushing along her thighs... and once or twice, even grazing her backside.

He couldn’t have done it on purpose, right?

Veil was such an upright man. He wouldn’t take advantage of her like that... right?

Besides, if he did want to touch her, all he had to do was say so.

It’s not like she would’ve refused.

"Veil... what are you looking at?"

After a long silence, Carlin lifted her head and looked at Veil, who was scanning the surface of the lake. She tilted her head curiously and asked, "Are you busy with something? You don’t have to take me out for a ride if you’ve got things to do. I can go home by myself in the wheelchair. It’s all Mom’s fault—she insisted you bring me out. I’m already more than grateful that you come to help me with acupuncture every day."

Veil turned away from the lake and smiled. "It’s nothing like that. Your mom trusted me enough to let me take you out alone. I’m more than happy about that."

The real reason he brought Carlin out to this lake was because he knew something was supposed to happen here.

He’d been watching the water for a while now, but still hadn’t seen any sign of Lyra.

Did he remember it wrong?

No, that couldn’t be. Old Master Oliver’s birthday banquet was definitely happening today.

Back at home, Alice had been called away by a phone call from the orphanage director, so Veil had left the house and asked Kai to prepare a small boat here in advance.

Could something have changed?