Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System-Chapter 41: The Queen Behind the Curtain

The Queen Behind the Curtain

De Dominicis Group.

President’s Office.

Outside, the city stretched wide beneath glass walls that reached high into the air. Sunlight poured in early, sweeping over smooth stone underfoot, then rising slowly up the heavy grain of a broad desk built for long hours.

Bianca De Dominicis took her seat behind it, legs arranged with quiet grace. One stretched long, laid smoothly across the second.

Wind tugged at the loose threads of her deep-red hair, spilling past her shoulders in soft waves. Sunlight threaded through it, pulling out hints of amber where it touched. One strand curled near a cheekbone, sharp as cut stone. She held the paper still, gaze steady, those red irises scanning every line without rush.

A fitted ivory blouse hugged her frame, slipping neatly beneath a sharp black skirt. Around her waist, the material dipped just so, rising again at the swell of her hips - calm, assured. Nothing was overstated. Jewelry would have been noise; strength already lived in her stance.

On the page before her: Shin Cooperation.

Ever since hearing Julian D’Aurelius’s inner voice that day, her information network had sharpened like a blade freshly honed.

What he had casually muttered in his thoughts...

Had all been true.

After several days of discreet investigation, the truth now lay neatly documented before her.

Shin Cooperation had serious internal problems.

And the man aggressively pushing the New Thermal Power Project partnership—

Vice President Danny.

Twenty million Euro had appeared in his wife’s bank account recently.

Bianca had traced it.

The source: a transfer from a minor celebrity named Naina.

Naina’s sugar daddy?

Her own cousin.

Ryan De Dominicis.

Bianca’s red eyes darkened.

If her deduction was correct, that twenty million was merely the down payment.

One billion Euro was the real bait.

"Good job, Ryan," she murmured softly, lips curving without warmth. "Daring to collude with outsiders."

A cold glint flashed through her gaze.

She had secured her authority in the De Dominicis Group at an age when others were still learning office politics.

She had survived boardroom ambushes, shareholder rebellions, and internal power struggles.

She had not done it by being sentimental.

For traitors—

Even family—

She would show no mercy.

But compared to Ryan, another name occupied her mind more intensely.

Evan.

Her fingers paused against the edge of the paper.

This man was already on her must-kill list.

Yet she still couldn’t see him clearly.

His background was wrapped in fog.

The only concrete trace she had uncovered—

An investment company.

Half a month ago, that company had invested an enormous sum to become the largest shareholder of Shin Cooperation.

But the company was not under Evan’s name.

He was hiding carefully.

Very carefully.

Bianca leaned back in her chair.

"Forget it," she murmured. "No need to alert the enemy."

She was patient.

A long line catches the biggest fish.

After a moment’s thought, she picked up her phone and made a call.

Her tone was calm.

"Send Vice President Danny to my office."

—

Ten minutes later, the door opened.

A dignified middle-aged man stepped inside.

Vice President Danny.

He wore a neat suit. His hair was combed precisely. His smile was respectful.

But his eyes—

His eyes flicked upward for half a second.

And lingered.

Ever since Bianca had taken control of the De Dominicis Group, the senior executives had enjoyed an unintended benefit: they could feast their eyes daily.

Her beauty was not the soft kind.

It was sharp.

Commanding.

Dangerous.

"President Bianca," Danny said, bowing slightly. "You called for me?"

She closed the report slowly.

"Vice President Danny," she said evenly, "how many years have you been with our company?"

"Exactly thirty years." He laughed heartily. "I’ve dedicated my whole life to this company."

"Is that so?"

Her hand suddenly slammed down on the desk.

The sharp crack echoed through the office like a gunshot.

Danny flinched.

"Is it dedicated to the company," Bianca’s voice turned icy, "or dedicated to Ryan’s one billion Euro?"

Silence.

A flicker of panic passed through Danny’s eyes.

One billion.

The number pierced straight through his composure.

But he forced a confused expression onto his face.

"President Bianca... what do you mean?"

Bianca rose slowly from her chair.

Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor as she walked around the desk.

Each step measured.

Each step deliberate.

She stopped in front of him.

"I don’t like nonsense," she said quietly. "You know very well how the De Dominicis household handles traitors."

Her red eyes locked onto his.

"Even if you don’t care about yourself..."

She leaned slightly closer.

"Think about your family."

Danny’s breathing grew uneven.

His legs felt weak.

The calm pressure in her gaze was more terrifying than shouting.

He suddenly dropped to his knees.

"President Bianca! This has nothing to do with my family!" His voice cracked. "I was forced by Young Master Ryan! He threatened me! I had no choice!"

"Speak clearly," she said.

And he did.

Everything.

The arrangement.

The bribe.

The plan to push the cooperation forward at any cost.

The promised one billion Euro profit.

When he finished, sweat had soaked through his collar.

Bianca returned to her chair and sat down gracefully, expression unreadable.

Inside, however—

She felt a ripple of shock.

Every detail.

Every move.

Had matched what Julian’s inner voice had once casually predicted.

He had known.

Without evidence.

Without investigation.

Her fingers tapped lightly against the armrest.

Good job, Evan.

Trying to move against me?

Her lips curved faintly.

Revenge.

Was an art.

And she was very skilled at it.

She looked down at Danny.

"Vice President Danny."

His head jerked up.

"I can give you a chance."

Hope flared instantly in his eyes.

"Go and tell Ryan that I agree to this cooperation," she continued calmly. "The finance department will transfer the money within twenty-four hours."

Danny blinked.

"Huh??"

The single syllable slipped out before he could stop himself.

Bianca smiled faintly.

And in that moment—

He understood.

She wasn’t surrendering.

She was setting a trap.