Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System

Chapter 162: Lipstick and Hidden Fangs

Clinging to Julian D’Aurelius’s arm, Bianca De Dominicis happily leaned against him and enjoyed the movement of the car as it rolled through Woodland’s sunlit streets.

Light slid across towers of glass.

Inside the backseat, however, the atmosphere felt softer.

Stillness followed.

What man didn’t enjoy being embraced by a beautiful woman?

It did not.

"I heard Woodland has the most beautiful camp nights outside the city," she said almost casually. "Moonlit lakes. Fireflies. Pine forests."

"Can we go there after the meeting?"

"A camp night?"

"That sounds suspicious already."

"I’ll even let you roast marshmallows."

Then he said quietly,

Bianca’s playful expression dimmed for half a breath.

Julian noticed.

"Don’t look at me like I abandoned you on our honeymoon."

Julian chuckled bitterly.

And he was determined to seize this opportunity.

He would carve this victory himself.

"Alright then."

"Give me a kiss as compensation."

"Compensation?"

She looked perfectly serious.

Wang—Bianca pointed again to her cheek with a playful smile.

This female rogue... up to her tricks again.

"I call it negotiation."

She patted Julian’s leg to urge him.

"Breaking what law?"

"Going against a woman’s wishes. Isn’t that illegal?"

Then both burst into laughter in the car.

Julian finally leaned closer.

Bianca moved faster.

Soft.

Warm.

Leaving a lipstick mark on Julian, Bianca giggled.

Julian touched his cheek.

"How can I meet people if I don’t wipe it off?"

Bianca shrugged.

Julian chuckled bitterly and started wiping it off with his hand.

"No."

A pang of jealousy stabbed his chest.

I was handsome when I was young too.

He muttered under his breath.

Julian heard him.

Even Bianca laughed harder.

Starlight Tower came into view.

And waiting at the entrance—

When the car arrived at the hotel, Thalia was already waiting at the entrance.

Julian’s became strained.

[Damn, this is a thousand-pound lady, she’s astonishingly breathtaking.]

[I remember she has three thousand boy toys... sigh, this freeloading isn’t easy.]

[With her size, she likes to play with steel wool, being her boy toy for a million a month is well-deserved.]

Listening to Julian’s inner complaints, she tried hard not to laugh aloud.

The air outside was warm.

Dangerously expensive.

"President Bianca, it’s been a long journey, and this is?"

Her beady little eyes were darting all over Julian as though she possessed X-ray vision.

She even swallowed a little.

Bianca noticed.

"This is my boyfriend Julian D’Aurelius," Bianca said coolly.

She emphasized boyfriend.

Noticing Thalia’s gaze, Bianca felt a surge of anger.

"Oh..." Thalia purred.

She extended her hand toward Julian.

Too much intent.

He awkwardly smiled.

Silence.

Bianca almost died.

A trace of resentment flashed in Thalia’s eyes.

Was he looking down on her?

She smiled.

"So cautious, Young Master Julian."

"Very hygienic."

(Please don’t touch me.)

If any of her boy toys gave her the wrong look, she taught them lessons with a rich lady’s happy ball.

she found ways to make them submit anyway.

Possessive.

Even if some men weren’t her boy toys, if they dared look at her like that—

Tang—Julian had become her target.

she was determined to have him today.

Very close.

Julian instinctively leaned back half a step.

And almost smiled.

At least he recoiled from other women.

"Come. Let us discuss business upstairs."

Bianca looked at him.

Both armed.

As they entered Starlight Tower, Julian’s instincts whispered.

Game board.

And from a hidden suite above—

Smiling.