Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System

Chapter 175: Farewell Before the Auction

Farewell Before the Auction

After breakfast, she smiled and asked, "I have to go to the branch office for some business. Are you going to wait for me here for a few days or...?"

Bianca De Dominicis said it lightly, almost teasingly, but Julian D’Aurelius heard the note hidden beneath it.

Stay.

Just a little longer.

The morning sun spilled through the tall windows of Starlight Tower’s dining hall, touching her red hair with copper fire.

Julian looked at her a moment longer than necessary.

Then shook his head.

"I’ll head back today. I have some things to handle these days."

His tone was calm, but his golden eyes carried weight.

Bianca’s lashes flickered.

A trace of disappointment crossed her face before she tucked it away behind a small smile.

Of course she knew why.

She had heard enough of his inner thoughts to know he was moving for something important.

Still... knowing did not stop the faint ache.

She nodded.

"Alright then," she said softly. "I’ll find you to hang out when I’m back in Valemont."

Then, unable to keep the tenderness from turning playful, Bianca reached over and pinched Julian’s face, stretching it.

"With love," she declared.

Julian caught her wrist gently.

For a second the world seemed to soften.

His thumb brushed the back of her hand before he released it.

He smiled.

"Who knew President Bianca De Dominicis spoiled men like this?"

"Only difficult ones."

He kept looking at her.

Too long.

As if thinking something.

Bianca tilted her head.

"What are you thinking?"

Then she narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

"You have that lost face again."

Before she finished—

Julian moved.

He suddenly pulled her into a brief hug.

Bianca stiffened in shock.

Her breath caught.

Warm.

Firm.

Unexpected.

By the time her hands started to rise in instinctive reply—

Julian already stepped back.

"Ah... oh... I just—"

He looked almost embarrassed.

"I mean... I go now. Take care. Don’t fall into any danger, okay?"

Then, as if fleeing his own boldness, he turned and left.

Bianca remained rooted there.

Watching him go.

The morning light framed his fading back.

And slowly her hand rose to touch where he had held her.

A smile bloomed.

"Idiot..."

But her voice carried tenderness.

This is very first time First hug he initiated.

That mattered.

Very much.

—

From Starlight Tower down through the polished lobby, Julian made his way toward the parking lot where the company car waited.

Yet halfway there—

Rapid heels clicked behind him.

"Julian!"

He turned.

Now what?

Bianca came toward him smiling, one hand lifting while the other unlocked her own car with a cheerful beep-beep.

Julian looked puzzled.

"What happened?"

She stopped before him.

"There’s something I forgot to say."

"What?"

She leaned in.

Then suddenly—

kiss.

A deep soft kiss on his cheek.

Longer than the others.

Intentional.

Leaving another lipstick mark.

Julian was caught completely by surprise.

Bianca withdrew with triumph dancing in her crimson eyes.

"That," she said, "was interest on your hug."

She slid into her car.

Lowered the window.

"Don’t wipe my mark off until I come back to Valemont."

She pointed at his cheek.

"This parting gift stays."

Then, with a grin, she pressed the accelerator.

Her car swept away toward De Dominicis Group.

Julian stood there a moment, half stunned.

"This girl..."

More energetic.

More daring.

More dangerous.

And somehow—

he smiled.

Then shook his head.

Julian took his office car and headed to Woodland Airport to catch a flight back to Valemont.

In a couple of days, the auction scene would unfold.

According to the original plot, an antique lion gem statue would appear at auction.

Obsidian Kings Evan had taken a fancy to it at first glance, and the Hall family from Valcenza fought him over it.

After fierce bidding, Evan obtained the lion gem statue.

Inside its hidden mechanism was a Nine Way Cleansing Elixir and an Old Martial Arts manual—Mountain Flip Hand Strike.

Both priceless.

But the plot had changed.

Evan was no longer part of this thread.

The one replacing him to seize the opportunity was Lucas.

And Julian?

Julian’s purpose returning to Valemont was simple.

Fairness.

Fairness.

Damn it, fairness.

Who said all the treasures had to go to the protagonist?

Just grab it.

He almost laughed aloud at his own shameless logic.

After completing check-in, he sat in the waiting area.

Travelers moved like currents around him.

Announcements echoed overhead.

Then a girl pushed a wheelchair past.

Julian’s gaze sharpened.

Seated there was a middle-aged man with a square face and a presence like old iron.

Even seated, authority clung to him.

Like an old lion past its prime.

Wren Tyson.

Current head of the Tyson Family.

At thirty, undefeated in Valemont.

At forty, Gold Realm.

A legend.

And then crippled.

Three years ago he returned from wandering the world with ruined legs and diminished strength.

No explanation ever given.

Mystery wrapped around him like smoke.

Pushing him—

was his daughter.

Julian’s eyes lingered.

Wren Yana.

The eldest Tyson daughter.

Short dark hair brushing her ears gave her a sharp heroic elegance.

Sun-kissed skin held living vitality.

She wore a fitted pale athletic blouse beneath a light jacket, dark trousers shaping long powerful legs.

Her body was toned, feminine yet disciplined.

Every visible line held athletic precision.

Firm arms.

Narrow waist.

Rounded hips.

Long legs with a quiet dangerous grace.

And beneath the tailored top, a naturally full boobs—modest but shapely, perhaps a strong D-cup—moving subtly with each breath.

There was even a proud sculpted fullness at the curve of her backside when she moved.

Neither delicate flower nor brute.

Something rarer.

Beauty fused with force.

No wonder many men turned to look.

"Dad, the plane won’t arrive for another half hour. Should I get you a bottle of water?" she asked.

"No need. I’m not thirsty. Drinking too much makes the restroom troublesome. Let’s sit and rest a while."

A rare smile softened his stern face.

"Okay."

They happened to sit beside Julian.

Seeing him, Father and daughter both gave polite nods.

Julian returned the greeting.

He recognized them at once.

The Tyson Family.

Ancient martial pride that looked down even on nobility.

So though they recognized Julian of the D’Aurelius household, the greeting remained merely courteous.

Among Old Martial Arts circles—

only strength commanded respect.

Still—

mutual courtesy existed.

Then Julian’s gaze slipped to Yana.

At only twenty she had already reached Silver Realm.

A prodigy surpassing even her father’s early talent.

And in the original plot... another destined to fall into Evan’s orbit.

Julian sighed inwardly.

(Honestly, girls should be mindful of their direction in martial arts.)

(Better cultivate inner energy and take an internal path, right?)

His gaze drifted over her toned arms.

(No need for all those muscles. Liza and Lina aren’t like that... they’re soft and fragrant.)

"???"

Yana’s face darkened instantly.

She heard it.

Again.

That mysterious inner voice. That she hearing from last few past days.

Her eyes narrowed.

Her mouth didn’t move.

His mouth didn’t move.

Then who said it?

Her knuckles flexed.

Julian, oblivious, continued judging internally.

(Though... those legs could break someone’s ribs.)

Yana nearly twitched.

She turned sharply.

Still no speaker.

Frustration rose.

Had she misheard?

Then another thought came.

(Actually... her ass is probably from spear stance training. Very practical.)

Her brows shot up.

She scanned nearby passengers.

Her eyes narrowed.

The last man who commented on her physique spent three months in a hospital.

She looked around.

No lips movement around her.

No culprit.

Only Julian sitting there appearing innocent.

Her frustration rose.

Was she hearing things?

Or had someone... dared mock her unseen?