Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System-Chapter 48: The Price of Deletion

The Price of Deletion

Julian D’Aurelius snorted coldly and said, "Second, give me your phone. I want to delete all the videos and photos."

His golden eyes narrowed slightly, pride stiffening his posture.

[ Damn, she set me up on purpose. ]

[ This cunning woman... but I fell for it on purpose, didn’t expect that, huh? ]

[ Once I delete the photos and videos, you won’t be able to threaten me. ]

Across from him, Bianca De Dominicis hesitated—just barely. A flicker of mischief passed through her crimson eyes before she slid her phone across the table.

"Go ahead and delete them," she said calmly. "But keep your word."

"Of course."

Julian accepted the phone without hesitation.

The aquarium-blue glow from outside the private room washed faintly over his sharp features as he opened Hello mesanger first, scrolling through the chat history. His jaw tightened slightly.

Delete.

Delete.

Delete.

The evidence vanished one by one.

After clearing the chat records, he opened the file manager.

There it was.

The video files.

Delete.

No hesitation.

Only the album remained.

He tapped it open.

And froze.

The first image that filled the screen nearly made him choke on air.

Bianca.

In a bunny girl outfit.

The fitted black fabric traced every curve of her figure with merciless precision. The cut accentuated her waist and hips; the sheen of the material contrasted vividly against her fair skin. The lighting in the photo was deliberate—soft, intimate.

And yes.

She had paired it with garter stockings.

In the image, she wore a smile—slow, knowing, teasing.

As if she were looking directly at him.

[ Holy shit, I get to see this for free. ]

[ This figure is outrageous... I underestimated her. ]

He swallowed.

His thumb trembled slightly as he kept swiping.

More photos.

Different angles.

More than ten before the bunny outfit finally ended.

He thought he could breathe again.

He was wrong.

Next came a nurse outfit.

White this time.

The stockings changed to match.

The soft fabric hugged her in a completely different way—less dark allure, more sinful innocence.

[ Ah... this is too much. I can’t handle it. ]

[ Didn’t expect you to be this bold in private. Too bad we’re on different sides. I can’t personally take these photos for you. ]

His thoughts shifted, sudden and sharp.

[ Speaking of which... who took these photos? ]

His brows furrowed.

[ Better not be a guy. Damn it... just thinking about it pisses me off. ]

Heat crept up his neck.

Across from him, Bianca lowered her eyes slightly to hide her smile.

Every reaction.

Every stray thought.

She heard it all.

He was jealous.

Of a nonexistent photographer.

How adorable.

There had never been anyone else behind the camera.

She had set up a tripod herself.

For him.

Only for him.

Finally, Julian reached the infamous photo—the one of him in her room.

He deleted it instantly.

Then handed the phone back with as much composure as he could muster.

"Did you delete everything?" Bianca asked lightly, tilting her head.

She looked innocent. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Too innocent.

"Deleted," Julian replied, coughing once. "Don’t do such boring things in the future."

His voice was steady.

His eyes were not.

In his vision, her outfit kept flickering between reality and memory.

[ Good thing she didn’t come dressed like that tonight. ]

[ Otherwise... I really couldn’t handle it. Which man could withstand such a test? ]

Bianca rested her chin on her hand.

The candlelight danced in her eyes.

"Alright," she said casually. "Hurry up and transfer the money. I’ll inform you when the project succeeds."

Julian nodded and pulled out his phone.

He dialled the D’Aurelius Group.

Currently, he was in charge.

The so-called "antagonist."

In every measurable metric, he was flawless. Capability. Wealth. Status.

All carefully constructed by the unseen author.

Built high.

So he could fall spectacularly.

Three years of devotion.

No result.

Yet the so-called protagonist could walk in and take everything effortlessly.

Ridiculous.

Julian gave instructions calmly, efficiently.

When he hung up, he leaned back slightly.

"Alright. The money will be transferred within an hour."

Relief loosened his shoulders.

[ Bunny outfit really was nice... if only it were a bit more revealing. ]

He coughed internally.

[ Ahem. I’ll ask Mike Valquin to arrange something later. ]

Bianca’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

Mike Valquin?

Ah.

She remembered.

That useless friend who once dragged Julian to MoonDrift Club and surrounded him with models.

She had not forgotten.

She would settle that account.

Soon.

Elsewhere, at that exact moment—

Mike Valquin, lounging in a hotel suite with a supermodel while discussing life and ideals, suddenly sneezed violently.

"Strange," he muttered.

Back at the restaurant—

After settling the bill, Julian and Bianca exited the Aqua foodcourt together.

Under the cool evening air, they parted ways without further teasing.

Each returned to their own battlefield.

Footsteps echoing through marble halls, Bianca stepped into the De Dominicis offices just moments after the transfer from D’Aurelius cleared. While she climbed the stairs, wires hummed below, confirming the deposit had landed before her arrival.

Three billion.

Built on top of the five billion she’d already set aside -

Fifty times a hundred million makes eight billion altogether.

Above the quiet hum of Valemont, she paused by the tall glass wall of her office. Lights from below stretched into tiny glowing dots, scattered like sparks across dark streets.

This time...

Her plans stretched far beyond small steps.

Very big.

Blood would come out of Evan because of her.

He’s the protagonist?

Could Julian be the one causing trouble? Maybe he’s not who we think.

A ghost of a chill touched her mouth. The curve stayed light, barely there.

Heh.

I’ll wear him down until there’s nothing left

Funny thing is watching him stay center stage.

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