Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System-Chapter 60: A Favor Exposed

A Favor Exposed

Cillian snorted coldly, his face full of open disdain, the polished floor reflecting the sharp angle of his jaw.

"What does the land in the west of the city have to do with you?" he said, voice steady and cutting. "It was Young Master Julian who spoke up and let the Aurevale Household have it."

He folded his arms slowly.

"If you don’t believe it, call to confirm."

His tone carried absolute certainty.

Young Master Julian was a low-key person.

So as a subordinate, he had to step up and earn face for Young Master Julian.

The hall fell into a tense hush.

Shan Aurevale’s fingers tightened around his phone before he pulled it out quickly. His pride didn’t allow hesitation.

"Director Liam, this is Shan Aurevale," he said, stepping slightly aside. "May I ask about the land in the west of the city..."

A few short exchanges.

A pause.

Then his expression shifted.

The tension melted from his face, replaced by something close to relief—no, gratitude.

He ended the call and walked toward Julian.

"Little Julian," he said sincerely, voice lower now, "Uncle thanks you on behalf of the Aurevale Household for this favor."

The words carried weight.

Julian blinked once.

(Wait. I just wanted to sabotage things quietly...)

Selena’s gaze followed her father’s expression.

She looked at Julian differently now.

He stood there in a tailored black suit that fit him like it had been cut from shadow itself. His black hair was slightly tousled from the earlier chaos, golden eyes still calm despite everything.

From her angle, under the chandelier’s glow, he looked composed.

Too composed.

This guy...

He did all this without saying a word?

Her heart gave a soft, confusing flutter.

He sacrificed so much for her in private?

She remembered last night—how she had sent him a message. No reply.

She had assumed he was ignoring her.

Turns out...

He had been preparing this?

Hmm.

Next time she should invite him for a drink.

Cillian turned back to Bear and Evan with a smirk.

"What else do you have to say?"

This matter had been arranged personally by him.

And these two had the nerve to take credit?

Bear’s face flushed crimson, veins standing out along his neck.

He looked at Evan with pain in his eyes and lowered his voice.

"Obsidian King... it’s my incompetence. Please punish me..."

Evan didn’t respond immediately.

For a moment, it seemed like something inside him had cracked.

But then—

After extreme anger—

Came stillness.

He inhaled slowly.

The murderous intent faded, replaced by cold calculation.

He ignored Bear completely and turned his gaze toward Selena.

"Selena," he said, voice low and steady, "soon you’ll know who is the right choice for you."

His words were no longer explosive.

They were a promise.

A warning.

A declaration.

Then he turned and strode out of the place where he had been humiliated.

Bear followed immediately.

The sound of their departing footsteps echoed faintly against marble.

Only after they disappeared did the tension begin to dissolve.

Cillian adjusted his hairstyle smugly.

Compete with Young Master Julian?

Are you even worthy?

I alone can destroy you.

He clapped his hands sharply.

"Alright, the annoying people are gone. Let’s continue celebrating Miss Selena’s birthday."

Music resumed softly.

The staff moved efficiently.

The Aurevale members relaxed as if a storm had passed.

Selena walked toward the cake.

Under the lights, she looked radiant—long black hair cascading down her back like silk ink, blue eyes bright with layered emotion.

The elegant dress hugged her figure naturally—C-cup curves rising and falling gently with her breath, narrow waist defined, thick thighs shaping the silhouette beneath flowing fabric.

Julian’s gaze lingered for just a second too long.

(...She really does look beautiful tonight.)

She closed her eyes.

The hall quieted.

Her lashes trembled faintly as she made her wish.

From his angle, Julian noticed the small crease between her brows—she was serious even while wishing.

After a few seconds, she opened her eyes.

Cake was cut.

Laughter returned.

She personally took a slice and walked toward Julian.

There he stayed, fingers resting idle inside coat pockets, gaze locked on her coming near. Golden irises followed each step she took toward him. Stillness held his frame completely. Not a muscle moved while she drew closer.

Faint pink stayed on her cheeks, visible when he looked closer.

"Try this cake," she said softly. "It’s pretty good."

"Alright."

He accepted it.

A light touch passed between their hands.

Warm.

Falling somewhere between honey and air, the sweetness stayed gentle. Lightness carried it forward, almost floating. Balance held everything together - never tipping too far one way.

Really, it stood out in a quiet way. Still, the flavor stayed long after.

"Thank you for today," she said, looking straight at him. "This is the happiest birthday I’ve ever had. I think I’ll remember this day for the rest of my life."

Truth lived in how she spoke.

A small, uncertain grin tugged at Julian’s lips.

"No problem. As long as you’re happy."

Inside, he sighed.

Sure, most plans stick. This one slipped sideways. A wrong turn somewhere. Not meant to land here. Could have been any different. Almost did

"And can you guess what wish I made today?"

Flecks of light danced in her gaze, hinting at secrets she wouldn’t tell.

"What?"

She leaned closer.

"Don’t tell anyone..."

She spoke softer on purpose.

He felt her breath near his ear.

Then—

Before he could react—

She rose on her toes and kissed his cheek.

Soft.

Quick.

Warm.

This time, Julian was caught off guard and didn’t dodge.

"Ohhhhh."

Cillian immediately cheered loudly from the side, nearly clapping like a proud uncle.

Inside, he was delighted.

Helping Young Master Julian woo a girl—damn, it was a success!

Selena pulled back, face flushed red.

She stuck her tongue out playfully at Julian.

Then turned and ran shyly toward her family.

Julian touched the spot where she had kissed him.

His fingers paused there.

His feelings were... complicated.

He hadn’t intended any of this.

And yet—

Something about her smile lingered.

—

After the birthday party ended, Julian didn’t go home.

Instead, he went to the general manager’s office in Lunar Citadel to rest.

The room was quiet, dim lighting reflecting against glass walls overlooking Valemont’s skyline.

Cillian stood nearby, still buzzing with excitement.

"Young Master Julian, are you satisfied with today?"

His eyes practically shone.

His performance today had been impeccable.

"Satisfied," Julian nodded calmly.

He was damn satisfied.

After studying Cillian for a moment, Julian felt something important.

This guy...

Couldn’t stay here any longer.

He had underestimated him.

This wasn’t just a snitch.

This was a professional-grade instigator.

So Julian inhaled slowly.

"President Cillian," he began, tone thoughtful, "I’ve been thinking. With your talent, working here is a waste."

Cillian straightened instantly.

"It just so happens that our household has a new business in Siberia," Julian continued smoothly. "You can go there as the regional manager. Triple the salary and rewards."

Cillian blinked.

Triple?

Siberia?

"Young Master Julian, I can’t accept this... I just did a little insignificant work."

His mouth spoke modesty.

His heart was exploding with joy.

Young Master Julian was truly generous!

"Don’t be modest," Julian said calmly, patting his shoulder. "This is the honor you deserve. Our D’Aurelius Household won’t mistreat someone who has contributed. Prepare to leave after handing over your work tomorrow."

He turned and walked toward the door.

Damn it.

Next time there’s another snitch like this.

Send the dog to Syria.

After Julian left, Cillian jumped up in excitement.

"Damn it! Another promotion and raise!"

Overjoyed, he pulled out his phone and opened the Hello mesanger group filled with D’Aurelius management.

"Brothers, helping Young Master Julian woo girls really works."

"I just got promoted not long ago, and Young Master Julian promoted me again."

"Remember, in the future, if Young Master Julian wants to woo a girl, be proactive, got it?"

"Anyone who dares to compete with Young Master Julian for a girl, crush them! Especially that idiot Evan!"

He leaned back in his chair, smiling proudly.

Uncle can only help you this much!

Messages flooded in instantly.

"Thanks for the reminder, President Cillian, I get it."

"Grateful."

"Understood, Evan, right?"

The group members were ecstatic, eager to learn from his experience.

And somewhere in the city of Valemont—

The storm had only just begun.