Sotis, kissing really could be addictive.
Take Alice, for example. After learning what Veil ant by "punishnt," she began to push his boundaries again and again, clearly enjoying it. In other words, she was teasing him—begging, in a roundabout way, to be "punished."
After two or three rounds, Veil started to lose his enthusiasm—not because he had lost interest in Alice, but because... he was afraid.
Who wouldn't be, when faced with such a sweet, thoughtful little kitten with a gorgeous face and a gentle temperant? It was impossible not to be tempted.
But what if he really gave in to that rising fla inside?
Veil wasn't about to disregard Alice's feelings, especially not in the middle of the night.
And so, a warm and peaceful night slipped by in the blink of an eye.
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The following afternoon.
In the tea room, Alice dressed in a fitted dress was gracefully brewing tea under Veil's guidance. Her slender figure was accentuated by the snug fabric, adding an extra allure to her movents.
Just then, Kai burst in, clearly in a rush. "Young Master! Sothing's happened at the Murphy family—"
But the mont he saw Alice in the room, the rest of his sentence died in his throat, and he instinctively lowered his head.
Alice, ever considerate and understanding, gave Veil a glance before quietly excusing herself from the tea room.
Veil waved his hand calmly. "What's got you so flustered? Sit down and have so tea before you speak."
Kai dropped onto the seat and gulped down a mouthful of tea before hurriedly delivering the news: "Sothing happened with the Murphys—Julia was kidnapped on her way ho!"
Veil let out a soft "Oh?" without much surprise. "Do we know where she is now?"
Kai looked confused. As far as he was concerned, the Murphy sisters were incredibly close to Veil, and yet Veil's reaction was so calm—it was unnerving.
"We've got eyes on the scene. But the people who took her were clearly prepared. I was thinking of leading a rescue myself."
"No rush," Veil said, shaking his head. "Pull our people back, leave just one to keep track of the location. That's enough for now."
Veil wasn't at all shocked by the news—he'd seen this coming from a mile away.
The people who took Julia weren't planning on harming her. She was just a bargaining chip—a way to send a ssage, nothing more.
"Got it. I'll arrange it now," Kai replied. Even if he didn't understand Veil's reasoning, he wouldn't question it. He was Veil's man, not a Murphy bodyguard. It wasn't his place to overstep.
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The next day.
It was finally ti to attend the gathering.
Outside the villa, Kai was already waiting.
At the doorway, Alice—looking every bit the caring wife—was helping Veil adjust his collar, anxiously fussing over him. "Young Master, you have to be careful out there. Stay close to Kai, okay?"
"I warned Roy already, but I still worry he might try sothing reckless to hurt you."
Ding! The Child of Destiny Roy's Luck has decreased by 500. Congratulations, Host, for earning 5000 Villain Points.
Veil affectionately ruffled Alice's hair. He could feel how genuine her concern was—how afraid she was that sothing might happen to him.
Touched by her sincerity, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her lips. "Don't worry. Be good and wait for at ho."
Alice nodded quietly.
She stood at the doorway, watching as the Bentley carrying Veil drove off into the distance, not moving her gaze for a long, long ti.
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Ruilu International.
A towering landmark in the heart of Veyport City, standing a full hundred stories tall.
Luxury cars flowed like a river outside the building.
Veil, dressed in a sleek black suit, arrived at the venue and was imdiately approached by Lisa—dressed to the nines.
Her royal-blue evening gown rippled like flowing water, her crystal heels sparkling under the lights. She looked every bit like a European princess—elegant, noble, and absolutely radiant.
"I thought you weren't coming," Lisa said, walking up and linking her arm through his. Then, as if afraid of being misunderstood, she quickly added, "Everyone has a date at these things. I didn't want to be stuck with soone I don't even know."
"Isn't that obvious?" Veil snorted. "You're my girlfriend. If I caught you with so other guy, what do you expect to do—smile and wave? I'd beat the bastard's head in."
"So crude," Lisa rolled her eyes, but the smile on her face showed she wasn't offended.
Strangely enough, there was a ti when hearing Veil speak like that would have made her want to kick him into next week. She couldn't stand his spoiled, domineering attitude.
But now?
Now, she found his possessiveness... kind of charming.
They walked arm in arm through the crowd. Every so often, people would co over to clink glasses and exchange a few polite words.
So were trying to cozy up to her. Others were looking for business opportunities.
Lisa kept things professional—smiling, nodding, and never giving too much.
After all, in business, you couldn't afford to shut yourself off completely.
And with Veil by her side, what did she have to be afraid of? No rich heir would dare give her trouble with him around.
They just didn't know—
This was Veil Lancaster.
"Who's that guy with Lisa? I've never seen him before. Where did he pop up from?"
"Shh! Don't talk nonsense. That's President Mu's future son-in-law from Luxhaven City. You don't want to ss with him."
"What? Just because he's from Luxhaven City he thinks he's better than us? This is Veyport City—"
"He was invited by Don Weiss himself. And he's from the Lancaster family. Yes, that Lancaster family. The one you see on national broadcasts."
Gasp.
The cocky rich kid who had been itching to pick a fight instantly paled, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
The Lancaster family?
The one that shows up on the national news?
Hell no!
What was a monster like him doing here? Was he trying to flex on all of Veyport?
Veyport might be wealthy, sure—but compared to Luxhaven, an international financial powerhouse, it was like night and day.
And if soone like Don Weiss—who had already lost in the Lancaster family succession wars—was already soone you didn't want to ss with, what about Veil?
The few rich heirs who had been eyeing Lisa all gritted their teeth and swallowed their pride.
What they didn't know was that Veil wasn't just from the Lancaster family.
He was the heir.
The only heir.
Had they known, they'd be fighting for the privilege of licking his boots.
"Sigh... Sotis, having too much power in your background can be such a burden."
Veil couldn't help but think to himself.
At a gathering like this, if it were a typical Child of Destiny making an appearance, he'd definitely attract a group of arrogant rich kids looking to pick a fight. Then, cue the classic beatdown—the protagonist puts them all in their place with a few flashy moves and walks away with a beauty clinging to his arm.
But in his case?
Even with a stunner like Lisa in his arms, no one dared to provoke him. Not even a snide comnt.
Not a single chance to show off!
Veil sighed to himself.
"What good is all this power... if I can't even flex a little?"
"And this handso face—what use is it if I can't use it to slap a few people with style?"
Lisa turned her head and rolled her eyes. "Do you have to be so shaless? You're literally just..."
She was about to say "You're literally just so guy with a powerful dad,"
but when she pictured Veil's smug face upon hearing that, she stopped herself, her pretty lips twitching. She just couldn't bring herself to give him that kind of 'praise.'
Just then, a voice called out from nearby.
"Young Master Lancaster! What an honor it is to see you here."
Visen approached with a female companion on his arm, trailed by a group of well-dressed socialites.
To the won of the venue, Don Weiss's Visen was already considered top-tier—his background alone put him miles ahead of the average rich kid.
After all, he hailed from Luxhaven's Don Weiss family. Even if he didn't inherit much, whatever slice of the empire he ended up with would still outclass the Veyport City elites.
Naturally, the socialites sward toward Visen.
But then they noticed how respectful he was being to Veil—so attentive, so eager—and curiosity blood.
"Who's this handso man?" one of the won asked.
Visen gave a smooth smile as he tightened his arm around his date.
"This is Young Master Lancaster. We used to run in the sa circles back in Luxhaven.
As for , I've fallen from grace and ended up here in Veyport. But him?
He ca here... for love."
Whoa.
He used to hang out with Visen in Luxhaven? That alone said a lot. His background had to be on par with the Don Weiss family—or even greater. And most importantly, he hadn't co here as a fallen heir.
He ca for love.
What kind of perfect rom-com setup was this?
The socialites instantly shifted gears, seizing the opportunity to cozy up to Veil.
Never mind the background—for appearance alone, Veil was on a whole different level from Visen.
Even in a room full of elites, he stood out like a king among lords.
Rich, handso, powerful.
With soone like Veil present, who would waste their ti flattering Visen?
"Master Lancaster, there are so many historical landmarks here in Veyport! Would you like a tour soti?"
"My apartnt is right above one of the most famous local snack shops! You should totally drop by... and maybe stay for breakfast the next day?"
"You're so handso, Master Lancaster! Do you have a girlfriend? Can we get to know each other? Mind sharing your contact?"
" too! I want your number, Master Lancaster!"
...
These socialites were what you'd call the vibe group—they existed to liven up events like this.
They might not have been the most noble-born young ladies, but their taste? Absolutely impeccable.
If you weren't hot and rich, they wouldn't even spare you a glance.
For Veil to be surrounded like this? That was serious status.
Visen, following behind, grinned and chid in,
"Young Master Lancaster really is sothing else. You show up, and all the beauties in the room co flocking over."
Veil smiled with practiced ease. "I'm used to it. Happens all the ti."
anwhile, behind the scenes, so of the won sneakily pinched him, and Veil wasn't about to back down either—his hands slipped out to pinch back in the dead angles of the crowd's gaze.
Lisa watched him with growing suspicion.
"Used to it? And how exactly did you get used to it?"
Veil glanced over and gave a light cough. "There was this one ti I was chatting at a party... and suddenly everything went black."
A nearby socialite asked, shocked, "Low blood sugar?"
Veil shook his head. "Not quite. After three or four seconds, the light ca back. Turned out a beautiful woman had shoved my face into her chest."
Lisa let out a cold snort. "Tch. Not afraid of suffocating, are you?"
The other socialites, unlike Lisa, weren't here to roast Veil. They were his devoted fans—soft-hearted sisters who only wanted to dote on their oppa.
One of them leaned in with concern.
"That's so reckless! You must've been traumatized. Did it leave a scar on your heart?"
Veil replied with a straight face,
"Not really. I an... if it happened again, I wouldn't mind all that much."
"Pfft—hahaha! Master Lancaster, you're too funny!"
"You're so bad—but you really know how to make a girl laugh! Are you free tonight for a walk? Late-night strolls and ice cream make for the perfect sumr combo!"
"Leave your number, okay? If you're into it, I wouldn't mind letting sothing like that happen a few more tis."
One curvaceous socialite—slim-waisted yet built like one of the Murphy sisters—winked seductively.
Just then, Lisa grabbed his arm.
"Co on. I see soone I know—co with ."
She tugged Veil away from the crowd of flirty won, her mood visibly sour.
Once they broke free of the mob, the air finally felt less suffocating.
Veil couldn't help teasing, "What's wrong? Jealous your boyfriend's this popular with the ladies?"
"Ugh. Can you stop flattering yourself?" Lisa scoffed, her expression full of practiced disdain.
"I just didn't want you getting too close to that group. With your lack of self-control, it's only a matter of ti before you catch sothing nasty."
Sure, those socialites looked elegant and well-mannered, dressed in designer brands and all.
But everyone knew—at these types of events, if there was chemistry, they'd be in a hotel by nightfall.
Clean or not? Who could say?
"So you do want to control ?" Veil arched a brow, eyes gleaming with amusent.
Lisa looked a little flustered under his gaze. "Who wants to control you? Can you not act so full of yourself?"
Veil lifted his arm—the one Lisa was tightly clinging to.
"Then why are you holding on so tight?"
"Who wants to hold on to you!" Lisa huffed and let go with a sharp twist.
Now free, Veil didn't even look back. He simply turned and walked toward the far corner of the room.
There, Jodie sat alone, dressed in sleek black stockings and an office-lady outfit, quietly nursing a drink. The picture of isolation in the middle of a roaring party.
"Veil, you bastard..."
Lisa glared at him, her chest tight with sourness.
Was he seriously leaving her behind to go flirt with so other woman?
Unbelievable!
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