In the villa's living room.
Veil slammed his hand down on the table, seething with fury.
"That bastard Derek! The audacity—he actually asked you to wipe his back?!"
He stood up abruptly, his eyes blazing.
"Who the hell does he think he is? Acting like he's some kind of young master?!"
The moment Veil had received Alice's message, he'd left the Queen's Bar without hesitation. And the second he returned, he was met with her complaint.
While part of him was surprised, another part felt a sudden clarity.
So that's why Derek's fortune value had plummeted out of nowhere.
It all made sense now. The system had granted him a surge of villain points earlier that day—and the culprit? Derek, getting humiliated by his woman.
Finding out that Derek had once been a foster child from the orphanage was one thing.
But that he dared to go back there to recover from his injuries—and still had the nerve to hit on Alice?
He had guts, Veil had to give him that.
But guts didn't mean forgiveness.
