The Villain Who Stole Hearts-Chapter 96: Sierra’s heartache

Veil was supposed to get some rest.

But once Saoirse stepped into the bathroom, she never came out again.

She didn’t even acknowledge his presence.

Veil, being understanding as always, figured she must be exhausted and full of internal impurities. While the position of those impurities varied, the contrast in colors still gave off a somewhat pleasing black-and-white harmony.

Not wanting to disturb her further, he simply said a word of farewell and left.

With Kai’s steady driving, Veil soon arrived at his private villa.

He hadn’t even stepped inside yet when he spotted someone standing outside the door.

Sierra.

She was dressed in an extremely modest outfit—long coat and pants that covered every inch of her body, as if terrified someone might catch even a glimpse of her skin.

"Mr. Lancaster... Young Master Lancaster, you’re back?"

The moment she saw him step out of the car, Sierra hurried forward with a troubled expression. "Young Master Lancaster, would you please consider giving my father another chance with the Davenport Group?"

Veil didn’t even glance at her. As if she were invisible, he walked straight past her and into the house.

Sierra stood frozen in place, staring at his back. Her heart skipped a beat. Panic surged in.

What’s going on?

This wasn’t what he’d said in front of the corporate building earlier. He’d personally told her to come tonight so they could talk things through. But now she was here, and Veil’s attitude had completely changed?

Could it be... that in just one afternoon, his thoughts had shifted? Was he no longer interested in involving himself with her?

"Sir, may I ask—where did Young Master Lancaster go this afternoon? Why did he suddenly..." Sierra turned to Kai, but the word "change" lingered on the tip of her tongue. She didn’t say it.

Speaking poorly of Veil in front of his bodyguard seemed like a terrible idea. So she rephrased it instead. "Why does he suddenly feel like a completely different person?"

Kai, who towered nearly six foot three, looked down at her like a wall of indifference. He cast a sideways glance, then quickly looked away.

"Young Master’s thoughts aren’t something people like us should try to guess. If it weren’t you, Miss Sierra, anyone else in your place would’ve been thrown out already."

"Thank you, thank you for your leniency, big brother," Sierra said awkwardly, feeling as if she owed Kai some sort of favor now. "But... you didn’t actually answer my question, did you?"

Kai turned and walked away without another word. His parting comment was quiet, almost a whisper.

"The outfit’s too modest." freёweɓnovel.com

Sierra glanced down at her clothes, lips curling bitterly. She stole a look at Veil, seated in the living room, then clenched her jaw. Gritting her teeth, she still stepped inside the villa.

She walked up to Veil and lowered her head slightly, her tone full of sincerity.

"Young Master Lancaster, my father has always worked diligently for the Davenport Group. He doesn’t deserve to be treated like this. Even if he can’t be on the board anymore, I beg you to at least give him a position where he can still contribute."

Humiliation.

Sierra had never lowered herself to beg anyone like this before.

But since Veil had shown up in her life, that had all changed. Last time, she’d gone so far as to kneel for a cleansing pill. This time, she came alone—risking everything—to beg Veil for a chance on her father’s behalf.

Veil raised his head, shooting her a sidelong glance.

"Miss Sierra, have you perhaps misunderstood something?"

"That cleansing pill? Let’s be honest, if Julia hadn’t spoken up for you that day, do you really think kneeling alone would’ve earned you one?

As for this time, the one who removed your father from the Davenport Group was Fintan Weison. I already did you a favor by sending your father’s enemy to jail. Yet you come here now, not only ungrateful but shamelessly asking me to give your father another opportunity?"

Since when did the world work like that?

So this was Sierra?

Her words were polite, but she still clearly saw herself as some highborn young lady.

And this was how she begged?

Was this how a nanny was supposed to act?

She still didn’t get it. This pampered girl needed to be taught a proper lesson. If she kept placing herself on a pedestal, even if he took her for himself, she’d be a constant source of trouble.

He had no choice but to remind her coldly:

"That outfit—you picked it deliberately before coming here, didn’t you? I don’t like it. Go change. Second floor, tea lounge, cabinet on the right, second drawer."

"You—!"

Sierra froze, eyes wide, and shouted in disbelief, "You’re going too far! Even if you don’t care about my feelings, can’t you at least think of Jodie and Julia? Aren’t you worried they’ll get upset if they find out you’re bullying me like this?!"

She never expected Veil to say something so direct. She’d carefully picked this modest outfit before coming—couldn’t he see the effort she’d made?

Sure, Veil was handsome and charming, but that didn’t give him the right to treat her like this!

She’d never imagined herself giving in so completely to a man she barely knew.

Impossible!

She’d rather starve! She’d rather jump from the second floor of the villa!

She would never submit to Veil Lancaster’s despicable demands!

"Fair point," Veil said, nodding seriously. "To avoid any misunderstanding with Jodie and Julia, it’s probably best if we keep our distance from now on.

Let’s start with the Davenport Group. Your father has already been sidelined—he’s effectively been dismissed. I just took over, and if I let your father stay, people might get the wrong idea.

And don’t worry about the company. Jodie’s business skills are more than enough. I’m sure even your father knows that. The group will be just fine without him.

As for the cleansing pill—those are incredibly expensive. I don’t have many left, and I’m certainly not giving one away for free to a stranger."

A threat.

A blatant threat.

Veil sat casually on the sofa, arms stretched across the backrest, his gaze icy as he stared at Sierra, who was trembling with rage.

"So what are you still standing here for? Don’t tell me you’re planning to squat in a stranger’s house now?"

Pride?

Fine.

Let’s play.

Veil wanted to see just how long her pride could last.

She thought she was still a pampered young lady?

Then he’d rip that illusion apart.

Not just that—he’d drag her down from her lofty tower and make her feel the brutal difference between being served and being the one who serves.

"I..." Sierra stood frozen, her body shaking. Tears shimmered in her eyes as she bit back a sob.

"If you’re going to cry, go home and cry there!" Veil barked coldly, his patience gone.

Did she really think the tricks she used on Caden Voss would work on him?

Dream on.

"I’ll change! Is that not enough?!" Sierra snapped. Then, fuming, she turned and ran upstairs.

"Wait!" Veil’s cold voice called after her.

Sierra turned around, tears slipping down her cheek like silver threads. She clenched her teeth, furious and defiant. "What now?!"

"The pink one," Veil said, deadpan. "The one with bunny ears and a little carrot backpack. Oh—and don’t forget the white stockings."

While Sierra was upstairs, forcing back her tears as she changed her clothes, Veil wasn’t just sitting around like a fool. He had already messaged Saoirse and obtained the personal details of a few girls from the atmosphere team. At the same time, he called for Kai.

After sending over a string of contacts, he finally set his phone aside and instructed,

"Go over these girls thoroughly with your team. Pick the one that fits our criteria the best, and take her in for a ’purity restoration’ treatment. Got it?"

The girls he’d selected were anything but clean.

To make sure nothing seemed off, they needed more than just a bit of basic training. There had to be a full-on overhaul—makeup, grooming, medical tweaks, everything.

Only when the fake looked absolutely real could it fool anyone.

Kai stared at the photos of the dolled-up women, his throat suddenly dry. He gulped and nodded nervously.

Holy shit.

So this was what the Young Master meant when he said he wanted him to "broaden his horizons"?

Every girl in those photos looked like a certified homewrecker, the type that could start a war with just a wink.

Forget broadening his horizons—Kai could barely look at them without feeling a little panicked.

Better to play it safe and focus on getting the job done.

Letting out a long sigh, Kai turned and left. His retreating figure looked just like a man who had wandered through a world of lust... only to leave with his soul completely drained.

Meanwhile, Veil remained where he was, waiting patiently for Sierra to finish changing.

He was already preparing himself—ready to fully admire and savor this stunning beauty from every possible angle.