The Villain Who Stole Hearts-Chapter 92: Daisy, ’Full and Happy’

Beneath the table, Daisy slowly licked Veil’s banana, her tongue teasing the tip of Veil’s little head, sucking gently.

The sensation was overwhelmingly stimulating! Both her hands and mouth were in constant motion, and before she knew it, she could feel herself growing wet in a certain area, yearning for Veil to rub against her. The tension between them was palpable, and the air was thick with desire.

Daisy’s movements became more urgent, her breath quickening as she lost herself in the moment, craving the friction that would send her over the edge.

Veil’s breath hitched as Daisy’s ministrations grew bolder. His fingers tangled in her hair, urging her deeper, while his free hand traced a slow path up her thigh—teasing, promising. She whimpered against him, the vibration sending a jolt straight to his core. The table creaked as she shifted, her knees pressing into the carpet for balance.

...

Lisa didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. She ladled out a bowl of ginseng soup and glanced at Veil, who was seated close to the table. Her eyes swept over the long tablecloth but saw nothing unusual. With a playful tone, she teased,

"Can’t wait to have a taste, huh?"

She handed him the bowl, her voice soft and caring.

"Drink it slowly, it’s hot."

Veil took a small sip. The rich, herbal flavor lingered in his mouth, warming him from the inside out—it was like being wrapped in a tender embrace.

He took a deep breath, leaned his head back slightly, and sighed with genuine appreciation.

"This flavor... it’s amazing."

"If you like it, have more. I made a whole pot," Lisa said with a bright smile, settling into her seat across from him.

Nothing made her happier than seeing Veil enjoying the soup so much.

Her mother used to say: the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

She’d never taken it seriously—until now. Now, she understood that quiet sense of accomplishment.

And just like that, her heart mirrored that same satisfaction.

Watching Veil remain composed and unreadable as always, Lisa lowered her voice and said,

"I didn’t ask you to come over just to disturb you. The production for the Beauty Elixir has already started at the company. You know how effective it is—once it hits the market, there’s bound to be an overwhelming response."

She looked at him earnestly.

"I thought we should take this opportunity to lay the groundwork properly. If we’re going to do this, let’s go big. Don’t just limit ourselves to Veyport City. Let’s expand to the surrounding provinces—hell, even go national with distribution."

Veil nodded slightly, his fingers tapping twice on the table—whether in thought or as a subtle cue, it was hard to tell.

"True, we can speed things up. There’s no doubt the Beauty Elixir will sell—it’s more about whether Windsor International can keep up with the distribution demand. And if you want to scale it that wide, with your company’s current name recognition, you might face some obstacles."

"We can start building up inventory in advance," Lisa replied seriously.

"We both know building an entire supply chain isn’t something that happens overnight. We’ll sell in batches at first. Once the cash flow improves, we can ramp up full-scale distribution."

"And as for brand awareness, we’ll definitely need a public face. But we can’t just go after someone with a big name. Some celebrities are walking time bombs—one scandal, and it could drag our whole product down with them."

She leaned in slightly.

"Anna’s a great choice. She’s a well-known singer. Sure, she hasn’t released a hit in over a year, but she’s still got a huge fanbase—and most of them are women, perfectly aligned with our target market."

"The best part? One of our senior executives is the sister of Anna’s agent. That gives us a real shot at getting her on board as our spokesperson."

Veil smiled faintly.

"Anyone who makes a significant contribution deserves recognition. Never be stingy with rewards."

That was his principle—true for anyone, no exceptions.

If someone earned their due, he would never hold back.

Reward where it’s due. Clear in praise, firm in discipline.

"Don’t judge a book by its cover. You have to really get to know someone first.

Some people are all over social media one day, defending themselves against rumors—and by the next morning, no wait, the same night—they’re behind bars."

Veil wasn’t insisting they dig up every detail about her past or how she handled things. He was simply offering a friendly reminder.

"Are you sure about her? She’s not hiding any ticking time bombs, right?"

Lisa nodded.

"You don’t have to worry about that. I’ve done my homework on Anna. She’s not from some big-name family, but she does come from a respectable background. Well-raised, well-mannered—not the kind of person who’d pull some scandalous stunt."

As she spoke, she pulled up Anna’s profile on her phone and placed it in front of Veil.

In the photo, Anna looked elegant and poised, her beauty and charm shining through. One look, and Veil’s instincts were instantly on alert.

Something wasn’t right.

This woman was too beautiful. She didn’t lose out to Lisa in the slightest—maybe it was the "celebrity glow," but she had this unique aura about her.

And then, in her personal bio, there it was—she’d never done a kissing scene.

What the hell?

In this industry and no kissing scenes?

That’s not just rare, that’s straight-up nonsense. Apart from some half-assed author who leaves plot holes everywhere, who else would make a character like this?

This was textbook "Child of Fate" treatment!

Still, something didn’t add up.

She wasn’t in Caden Voss’s storyline. So what was this? Another subplot incoming? A hidden arc like that blood-mandala assassin?

Veil muttered internally. Ever since he crossed over, he’d noticed strange discrepancies in this world—iconic songs, dramas, and novels were all... off. Not completely unrecognizable, but the best of the best? Nowhere to be found.

Not that it ever mattered to him. With his current identity and power, did he need to write songs or screenplays to make a living? freēwēbnovel.com

That’d be like using a bazooka to swat a fly.

No way.

But now, with Anna showing up out of nowhere, something about this world started feeling more... layered.

A celebrity entering the fray early?

Shit. Before this, he never even paid attention to the entertainment industry. Now, thanks to Anna’s arrival, his memory suddenly jogged.

That damn author and his love of riding trends!

God-tier tycoons, urban war gods, entertainment moguls, seven sisters, nine goddess masters...

Every single one of those novels—when have they not capitalized on female celebrities?

It might not matter if he ignored this subplot. But once he stepped in? He could potentially link up several storyline branches at once.

Tempting as hell.

Veil took a sharp breath, tapping his fingers rapidly on the table three or four times.

"Something wrong? You don’t think she’s suitable for the role?" Lisa asked, her brow furrowing in concern. Seeing Veil’s reaction only made her more determined to secure Anna as their brand ambassador.

It wasn’t just business—she trusted that Veil wouldn’t be swayed just because Anna was pretty.

"I really think Anna’s a great choice," Lisa continued. "She’s beautiful, kind, and super responsible as a spokesperson. Since her debut, she’s done way fewer endorsements than other stars at her level. She’s not just in it for the cash. Sometimes, she even weaves the products into her shows naturally. And most importantly, we’ve got an insider—someone in our company is close with her agent. We can actually reach her!"

As she spoke, Lisa found herself liking Anna even more.

Totally because of her character, of course. Not because Veil raised an eyebrow.

"Handle it however you think best," Veil said with a smile. "Windsor International is your company. You don’t have to ask me about everything."

Lisa got up and wrapped her arms around Veil from behind, leaning in close as she whispered into his ear,

"Still, I’d love a little help from my amazing boyfriend. Anna may be a good person, but she’s super selective with endorsements. I can’t say for sure that I’ll land her. But maybe you can? After all, rumor has it, every girl ends up falling for your charm sooner or later."

Oh really?

Veil chuckled softly.

That must’ve been something said a while ago. At least now, that person couldn’t bring themselves to say it anymore.

Not that he’d been eavesdropping—he just happened to pass by on the way to the bathroom. His ears were naturally sharp.

"You heading to the office this afternoon?" Veil asked, wrapping his arm around Lisa’s waist.

Lisa blinked. "How’d you know I’ve got something going on?"

"I can tell the future," Veil grinned.

No tricks needed. He could predict Lisa’s schedule down to the day her period started.

Her little thoughts? She could never hide them from him.

She just didn’t want him hanging around too long this afternoon and giving Daisy a chance to monopolize him, right?

"By the way," Veil added, "the dishes today were great, but you might wanna cut back on the chili next time. A bit too spicy—it’s giving me a headache."

Lisa nodded sweetly, planting a kiss on Veil’s cheek.

"You keep eating—I’ll go grab something I need for the office."

She turned and walked upstairs.

Moments later, Lisa came back down, only to find Daisy looking completely drained.

With a suspicious tone, she asked,

"Upset stomach? You’ve been like this all morning?"

Daisy lowered her head and nodded.

"Just haven’t been feeling well lately. Used to it."

Lisa urged her,

"Come on, eat something."

"Let me rest a little first," Daisy murmured weakly.

Lisa narrowed her eyes, scanning Daisy’s face carefully.

That look—it was like a cop interrogating a suspect.

She could practically see what Daisy was scheming.

Hoping to snag some alone time with Veil while Lisa was out?

Dream on.

She was the one who’d invited Veil over today, and even if she couldn’t take advantage of that time because of her period, there was no way she’d let Daisy steal the moment.

Besides, she still hadn’t forgiven her for this morning.

Letting Daisy off the hook would be way too generous.

Daisy, clearly hiding something, couldn’t take the heat and lowered her head even further.

"At least eat something. We’re leaving together later," Lisa said, her tone cooling.

Daisy mumbled,

"Leaving together is fine, but... I really can’t eat anything right now."