The Villain Who Stole Hearts-Chapter 90: "Is this what best friends are like?

Kai immediately responded, "Of course we handled it! After the drone got taken down, I had some guys from the local road bureau go over under the pretense of a land survey. We filed a complaint against the old man for deliberately damaging public property and obstructing official terrain research. The original plan was to have him detained for a few days... but damn, that old guy ran faster than anyone I’ve ever seen. We couldn’t catch him!"

No way.

Seriously?

Veil stared at Kai in disbelief, genuinely impressed. It was starting to feel like everything he knew, Kai had somehow absorbed just by osmosis.

At this rate, was he accidentally raising a future villain?

"Nice work. Just pin down his general activity range — all I need is a photo of him."

Veil reached into his coat — or rather, accessed it from the system’s inventory — and pulled out a pill, tossing it over to Kai.

"This thing cost a fortune. It’ll enhance your physical abilities by another tier. You’re always running around outside — better to be overprepared than not strong enough when something goes down."

"Young Master, I... I can’t accept this! Something this valuable — I don’t deserve it. You’re thinking too highly of me. I really can’t—"

Even as Kai was speaking, he had already slipped the pill into his pocket, looking overwhelmed with gratitude.

Veil rolled his eyes and waved him off.

"Cut it out. Just go already. Don’t spend all day trying to read my mind — it’s creepy."

Scratching his head sheepishly, Kai grinned and dashed out the door, cradling the pill like it was made of gold.

"Sheesh..."

Veil let out a long sigh as he sank deeper into the couch.

He might complain, but he was genuinely pleased with how Kai handled things. If raising a future villain meant less work on his end, maybe that wasn’t so bad. At least with Kai around, a lot of things didn’t require his direct involvement — the guy took care of everything without needing detailed instructions.

Still, even if loyalty wasn’t a concern, concentrating too much power in one person’s hands wasn’t always smart. Mistakes could happen, and when they did, the fallout might be hard to contain.

But the truth was, aside from Kai, no one else at his side could match his level — not even close.

The only one who could possibly rival Kai was the assassin who’d later defected to his side — Blood Mandala. That cold, distant woman definitely had the makings of a major player. On the surface, she seemed composed, capable.

In reality? She was reckless. Unstable.

Just thinking about her behavior in the past few days gave Veil a headache.

At first, Blood Mandala had tried to kill him — driven by her twisted assassin’s honor. But now? She showed up night after night, still claiming she wanted to kill him, yet something in her demeanor had changed. Veil couldn’t shake the strange feeling that she was offering herself up instead of striking him down.

Completely absurd.

"When it’s time to close the net... I’ll close it."

Veil leaned back, letting his head rest against the cushion, setting aside thoughts of delegation and trust for now.

At this point, all the destiny-bound heroines were already entangled in his web. Even without Caden Voss playing his role, the events were already in motion. The outcome was inevitable.

Leaving Caden alive would only invite trouble.

When the time comes... he will be dealt with.

He wondered what kind of rewards he’d get for eliminating Caden Voss. Would it be worth it?

And what about the next "Child of Destiny"? Would it be someone from the entertainment industry? A soldier king? A divine doctor? Some cliché senior-apprentice martial god with a whole sect behind him? Or perhaps a fantasy cultivator protagonist?

For all he knew, Caden might be lying in his prison cell right now, fast asleep.

Veil hoped the guy was enjoying the last peaceful moments of his so-called protagonist life.

As for what lay ahead — well, he had the system.

No need to panic.

Still, deep down, Veil had a nagging sense that something was changing in this world. A shift.

He couldn’t explain it — it was just instinct.

...

Noon, the next day.

Sunlight streamed brightly over the upscale Jiangnan No.1 Villa District, where Liaa resided.

Daisy lounged on the sofa, a bag of chips in her left hand and a remote control in her right. Her long legs, wrapped in pristine white thigh-high stockings, were draped casually over the coffee table. Every now and then, her toes would tense and stretch, subtly tightening the lines of her calves to ease the fatigue.

She flipped through channels aimlessly, popping chips into her mouth while her head rested lazily against the couch. Without turning, she muttered toward the kitchen, "Lisa, I told you we could’ve just eaten at the hotel. Why bother cooking yourself?"

Lisa rolled her eyes as she brought out dish after carefully prepared dish to the table. She glanced at Daisy, visibly annoyed. "If you don’t want to eat, don’t. You invited yourself—I certainly didn’t ask you to come."

It had been a rare break from work, a chance to enjoy a proper, intimate moment with Veil. But she’d slipped up and accidentally mentioned it to Daisy... and just like that, the biggest third wheel had shown up.

Daisy pouted, clearly not pleased. "Lisa, that’s not fair. Come on, do we even need invitations between us? Besides, Veil did me a huge favor last time. I’ve been thinking about how to repay him ever since. I just wanted to help you out a little, you know?"

She had originally planned to lure Veil to the Falkner Hotel—her territory, and more importantly, it had more rooms. With just a bit of maneuvering, she could’ve pulled him into one and... well, what happened next wasn’t the point. Whether it was taking a shower together or sleeping side by side—it didn’t matter.

The key was: even if she got loud, Lisa wouldn’t hear a thing!

But now, standing in Lisa’s home instead, Daisy felt a bit uneasy... and at the same time, oddly excited.

"Well, well, are the two besties having a little spat?"

Just then, Veil stepped through the door, amusement flickering in his eyes as he teased them.

Lisa immediately peeked her head out of the kitchen. The sight of Veil—her Veil—brought a warm flutter to her chest. She rushed over and gently adjusted his slightly crooked collar, then rose on her tiptoes to place a light kiss on his cheek.

"Dinner’s not ready yet. Why don’t you watch some TV for a while?" she said softly.

"You’re the best." Veil smiled, affectionately pinching her on the forehead.

The dazzling CEO of a woman blushed instantly under the warmth of his gaze. She gave a small, embarrassed "Mm" and scurried back into the kitchen to hide her flustered expression.

Veil cast a quick glance at Lisa’s shapely figure as she disappeared into the kitchen, then made his way to the living room. Before he could sit down, Daisy quickly withdrew her legs from the table and handed him the remote, grumbling, "There’s nothing good on anyway. You watch for a bit—I’m going to do some pre-meal yoga."

Without waiting for a reply, she walked away as if she couldn’t be bothered with him.

...That’s odd.

Veil frowned, puzzled. That night—aside from her initial resistance—Daisy had clung to him like glue. But now, after just a few days apart, she’d changed again?

He couldn’t figure it out, and listlessly turned on the TV. But before long, something caught his attention.

Beside him, Daisy had rolled out a yoga mat and changed into a skin-tight yoga outfit. She was in the middle of a deep split, showcasing her incredible flexibility. Her lithe frame and well-trained muscles were highlighted by the movement, her "twin bunnies" bouncing vividly with every motion. And then—without pulling out of the split—she leaned her body forward, her posture leaving nothing to the imagination as her full form was displayed right in front of Veil.

Honestly?

Veil gave her a glance and felt like a camel had just kicked him square in the face with its hooves.

And she wasn’t done.

Daisy shifted positions, now standing on one leg, grabbing the other with both hands and raising it behind her—higher and higher—until it reached past her waist, then her back, and finally hovered near her head. It was like she’d taken the split and rotated it ninety degrees. Her curves bent and stretched in a mesmerizing arc.

She even lifted the other leg over her head, forcing herself to stretch even further!

Anyone else might think she was just dedicated to flexibility training—but Veil knew better. She was making sure he didn’t miss a single inch.

He swallowed hard, throat dry.

Ah. He got it now.

He thought Daisy had hit rock bottom, but no—she was in the stratosphere!

Pulling off stunts like this, right in front of him? If she wasn’t trying to send a message, who would believe that?

And the craziest part? Lisa was still in the kitchen! Where did Daisy get the nerve?!

He had always known she had a hidden wild side—but this? This was bold beyond words.

Just then, Lisa emerged from the kitchen carrying another dish. The moment she saw what was happening in the living room, her heart nearly stopped. She rushed forward, scolding, "Daisy! What are you doing?!"

Daisy glanced back at her, innocently pouting. "Pre-meal yoga, of course. Helps relax the body so I can enjoy the food more."

"You—"

Lisa couldn’t even finish the sentence. She didn’t buy a word of that nonsense but decided it wasn’t worth the argument. Instead, she turned to Veil. He sat there, face blank, staring intently at the television.

"...Why don’t you come sit in the dining room? A few dishes are ready. You can taste them first."

Veil didn’t even turn his head. "Let’s eat together later. I’ll just watch some TV in the meantime—it’s a good program."

Lisa glanced at the screen—lunchtime news. Her eye twitched.

"Oh really? Is the TV that interesting, or is the yoga more interesting?"

Veil finally turned around, his expression serious. "Lisa, how can you say that? Don’t you know this is the news? I haven’t been home in ages—what if my dad or grandpa suddenly shows up on screen?"

Seriously.

Veil never thought Lisa still saw him as that kind of man.

After all this time, did the image of the old, foolish "Veil" still linger in her mind?

If he wasn’t currently struggling to suppress the "gun" in his pants, he’d be on his feet right now, arguing for his innocence.

He had to clear his name!

Veil couldn’t help but admire Daisy’s figure, his gaze lingering on her curves, especially her hips and the way her yoga pants hugged her body. His mind wandered into forbidden territory, imagining the feel of her skin beneath his hands, the way she might respond to his touch. The thought of her lips wrapped around him, her mouth filled with his essence, sent a surge of heat through him. The more he dwelled on it, the more his desire burned, an insatiable fire he struggled to contain.