NOVEL WEB Chapter 50: Dealing with Trash
Vincent held Gao Chen's wrist in an iron grip, his eyes colder than winter frost.
"Wha—" Before Gao Chen could say anything.
SLAP
The sound echoed through the apartment like a gunshot. Gao Chen's head snapped to the side, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
"Worthless piece of shit," Vincent's voice was deadly quiet, each word dripping with contempt. "Sell your own daughters?"
SLAP
Another brutal strike sent Gao Chen staggering. A tooth flew from his mouth, clattering across the floor like dice.
"You call yourself a father?" Vincent's refined-stage strength behind each blow was devastating to a non-cultivator. "Scum like you still dare to breath the same air as me?"
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.
Although Vincent was a designated villain by the fate of this world, he still has a moral bottom line and this kind of thing was far beneath even for him. He wasn't just angry that he tried to sell Olivia. Something in him wanted to wanted to end this man's pathetic existence.
Gao Chen's face swelled rapidly, his features becoming unrecognizable. Blood streamed from his nose and mouth as more teeth scattered across the floor. Vincent felt no guilt, no hesitation, only cold satisfaction at delivering justice to this waste of human flesh.
Meanwhile, Olivia frantically checked Emily from head to toe, her hands trembling as she searched for any sign of injury.
"Emily, are you hurt? Did they touch you? Did they—"
"Sister, I'm fine," Emily whispered, tears in her eyes as she saw Olivia's desperate concern. "Didn't you protect me again. You always protect me."
Only after confirming Emily was completely unharmed did Olivia finally breathe a shuddering sigh of relief. The sisters embraced tightly, both recovering, Emily from lingering fear, Olivia from overwhelming relief that her precious sister was safe.
Heavy footsteps echoed from the hallway as more people arrived. Helena appeared in the doorway, flanked by additional bodyguards, her face pale with worry.
"Vincent!" Helena called out, scanning the scene quickly. Seeing him and both sisters alive and unharmed, she exhaled deeply, her shoulders sagging with relief.
She ignored the bloody mess her man was making and approached the sisters with gentle steps, her expression soft and maternal. "Are you both alright? I don't know what happened but you're safe now."
She placed a comforting hand on Olivia's back, stroking gently. "I must give Vincent a hard time. How could he let you live in this run down place."
Helena was feeling a bit guilty inside. She a PR employee has been living in a mansion with Vincent while Olivia his personal secretary was assigned to such a small place. She couldn't understand why Vincent let her live in such a place.
This simple gesture made Olivia touched but then see heard her words "N-No don't, don't make it hard for him. He is just very busy." Olivia leaned in to Helena, her eyes closed, calming down. This determined Helena more to fight for this love struck sister's rights. She noticed Vincent glancing sideways at them while spraying blood around.
Helena's eyes met Vincent's over Olivia's head. There was understanding there, acceptance. She'd seen how Vincent had rushed here with desperate urgency, how his composure had cracked at the thought of Olivia in danger. Helena wasn't surprised—she'd been expecting this day for weeks. After all, she'd noticed how Vincent's eyes lingered on his secretary, how he spoke her name with unconscious tenderness sometimes.
In their world, it was common for powerful individuals to have multiple spouses, not merely to secure a capable heir, but because the number of partners was often seen as a symbol of one's status and power by common people. Helena had already prepared herself mentally to share Vincent's affections.
Vincent finished his brutal work on Gao Chen, leaving the man barely conscious in a pool of his own blood. He raised his hand and a bodyguard gave him some tissues. He wiped himself while turned toward Olivia, his expression immediately softening. The cold killer was gone, replaced by something tender and concerned.
"Olivia," he said gently, approaching with careful steps.
She looked up at him through tear-filled eyes, and her heart nearly burst. After six years of silent longing, after countless nights dreaming of a moment like this, he was looking at her not as his efficient secretary, but as a woman he wanted to protect. The man she'd loved hopelessly for so long had finally come for her like a knight in shining armor.
Without thinking, she moved closer to him, hesitatingly looked at Vincent like asking for permission, seeing him gently smiling see throw herself into him. This was everything she'd ever wanted—Vincent's strong arms around her, his attention focused entirely on her wellbeing, the tenderness in his voice that she'd imagined hearing thousands of times.
Vincent's arms came around her naturally, one hand stroking her back with infinite gentleness. "It's okay," he murmured against her hair. "I've got you."
Vincent Felt a mix of emotions in his heart. He wanted to hold this off until the corporate war ended but seeing her like this he really couldn't bear it.
Emily watched in bewilderment, her mouth hanging open slightly. Her sister had a man? When did her sister get such a man? She studied Vincent's expensive suit, his commanding presence, the bodyguards, the way he held Olivia with such possessive tenderness.
Wait... isn't this like those CEO romance novels I.… my friend read! Cold, ruthless CEO melts due to the shy, beautiful secretary! Emily's eyes widened with realization and excitement, then narrowed with indignation. How could she not tell me that she has been living in a romance novel!
Vincent would've cringed if he heard that. The last thing he wanted was to deal with another stereotypical CEO character—he was already living in a world full of them.
Emily's gaze darted between Helena and Vincent, noting their obvious familiarity. What if she's the evil first wife from those novels? The one who pretends to be nice but then tries to poison the second wife?
But looking at Helena's genuinely concerned expression and the way she treated them with motherly care, Emily felt conflicted. She doesn't look evil at all. Maybe she's just really good at acting? I need to keep watching her carefully.
If Helena had any idea what the younger sister was thinking, she might have been tempted to lean into the role, perhaps a few mysteriously ominous smiles, just to see Emily's adorably suspicious reactions.
Vincent's voice cut through the moment like steel. "Take this piece of trash away, along with the thin man outside," he gestured toward the unconscious burly man, "beat them half to death, tie their limbs then throw them in the river."
His bodyguards nodded curtly and began dragging the man away. "W-Wait, wait, you can't do this to us. Big Brother won't spare you. You dare not offend my—" before he could finish, he was gagged and taken away.
Vincent ignored the burly man's rambling and his gaze fell on the barely breathing Gao Chen. "What should I do with this one?"
Gao Chen, through his swollen, broken face, managed to wheeze out, "Please... I'm still... their father... forgive me..."
Olivia buried her face deeper into Vincent's chest, her voice muffled but clear. "I don't care. He is nothing to us. Our father… died a long time ago."
Vincent's eyes flashed with cold finality. "Break his legs and throw him in some trash." He said that in front of them but he wouldn't leave scum like this alive. He just didn't want Olivia to feel responsible of her father's death.
As bodyguards moved to collect Gao Chen's broken form, Vincent gently tilted Olivia's face up to look at him. His thumb traced the red handprint on her cheek.
"Does it hurt?" he asked softly.
Before she could answer, he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to the bruised cheek. Olivia gasped, her face turning crimson as she looked in shock.
"Your bruise seems to be getting redder," Vincent observed with a hint of teasing in his voice, his eyes gentle but intense. "Let me check more carefully."
He cupped her face in his hands and leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft, possessive kiss. Olivia's heart beat wildly as she melted against him. Her world narrowed to just the two of them with Vincent finally seeing her, wanting her, claiming her as his own. She in her clumsy way tried to respond back.
Just then, commotion erupted from the hallway as two bodyguards dragged in Jin's semi-conscious form.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
Protagonist Jin has been humiliated and subdued in public
Jin LP— -100 Vincent LP— +100 VP— +200
Helena's eyes widened in recognition, her face shifting from gentle concern to sharp awareness. "Wait—that's him!" she exclaimed, pointing at Jin with sudden realization. "Vincent, that's the taxi driver from our date! The one who kept staring at me in the rearview mirror!"
Vincent now knew why Jin was here. He seem to know what would happen but how? It must be his system but what kind of busted, overpowered trash was this? A Taxi Driver System capable of predicting kidnappings and heroine rescue missions? My system is called the "Corporate Villain Expansion System" and I'm out here losing to a glorified Kuber driver?
Hearing Helena's offhand comment, Vincent made a decision. He kissing Olivia harder making her tremble. If fate was going to hand him a scapegoat, he was damn well going to use it.
Jin's eyes fluttered open, immediately focusing on the sight before him. Vincent kissing Olivia passionately, his hand sliding down to rest possessively on her waist.
"You bastard!" Jin shouted, struggling against his restraints. "Get your filthy hands off her! She was supposed to—"
Olivia broke the kiss, her face burning red with embarrassment and shame at being seen in such an intimate moment. She tried to hide her face against Vincent's chest.
Vincent's expression darkened with annoyance. "Everyone should know—Jin Ashera here orchestrated this entire situation," Vincent's voice carried the authority of absolute certainty. "He's been planning this revenge ever since I taught him a lesson about respecting women. Tonight, he led Gao Chen directly to my woman's location."
Helena nodded grimly, the pieces falling into place. "He must have been watching Olivia, learning her routines, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike back at you through someone you care about."
Jin's eyes widened in shock and outrage. "What?! That's not true! I was trying to help them! I fought those men!"
"Did you?" Vincent's tone was conversational but deadly. "You arrived at exactly the right time, fought just hard enough to look heroic, but conveniently not hard enough to actually stop them before I arrived. Quite the performance for someone who claims to be innocent."
The bodyguards and Helena all nodded, seeing the logic in Vincent's explanation. It made perfect sense—a rejected taxi driver seeking elaborate revenge against the powerful man who had humiliated him.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
Protagonist Jin has been wrongly accused
Jin LP— -50 Vincent LP— +50 VP— +100
"You're insane!" Jin sputtered. "I would never—"
"How was your dinner with Sophie yesterday?" Vincent interrupted softly, his voice dropping to a whisper near his ear that somehow carried more menace than any shout. "Her shift ended two hours ago, but she has yet to return home."
Jin's blood ran cold. He wanted to shout, to demand answers, but Vincent's silent gesture and the ice-cold look in his eyes made him swallow his words.
"Now be cooperative," Vincent continued conversationally. "I'm not forcing you to stay. You can leave if you want."
He didn't want to keep using force fearing a backlash so he tried this method.
Jin found himself nodding mutely, glaring at Vincent with viens popping on his forehead, his mind racing with worry about Sophie. He was escorted outside to wait under bodyguard supervision, his thoughts churning with dread.
Vincent pulled out his phone, dialing David's number. Of course, he hadn't actually captured Sophie—not yet. But Jin didn't need to know that.
"David, send someone to capture that girl with Jin. You know the one."
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Meanwhile, across the city, a low refined-stage cultivator approached Sophie's house with careful steps. His mission was simple: capture a non-cultivator girl quietly and bring her to the designated location.
He slipped through the shadows toward her window, confident in his stealth abilities. Just as he prepared to enter, his hand reached for the window latch—
CRACK
A devastating punch caught him square in the chest. The sound of breaking ribs echoed through the night as he was sent flying backward, coughing up blood.
"What the hell—" he wheezed, staring in shock at the window.
For a split second, he caught a glimpse of pink hair and feminine features in the darkness, but something was wrong. The woman's build was different. Her facial structure seemed more mature than the girl he'd been sent to capture.
That's not her, his mind raced as he clutched his broken ribs. But who...?
The cultivator didn't wait to find out. He fled into the night, his mind reeling. Why is there such a strong woman in that apartment? What kind of monster did I just try to mess with?
"Mom is someone there?" a deer like head peeked out looking around nervously. She seem to be scared for something.
"It's nothing Marie, just a small bug."