Love at First Night: The Billionaire's First Love-Chapter 33: You’ll met soon

>THIRD PERSON POV

Venzrich twisted the door knob and pulled it open. Standing there was Kaizer, dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt, the top three buttons undone. The loose fabric exposed part of the tattoo printed across his chest, just enough for the black lines to peek from the collar when he moved.

"Yo!" Kaizer greeted, raising one hand and waving a brown envelope pinched playfully between two fingers. His smile was wide, his energy loud without him needing to speak further.

Venzrich sighed. Just seeing the man felt tiring. He didn’t bother with a verbal welcome; instead, he tilted his head slightly to the side, a quiet gesture telling Kaizer to enter. As expected, Kaizer stepped inside without hesitation.

Once the door shut, Kaizer’s attention shifted. A faint thud echoed from the second floor—someone closing a door up there—and the sound was clear from where they stood. His gaze lifted toward the stairs for a moment, observing the still hallway above.

When nothing followed, he looked back at Venzrich, who had already made his way to the living room and settled on the sofa. Venzrich sat cross-legged, posture relaxed but eyes focused on the tablet in his hands as he scrolled through something.

Kaizer walked further in, letting his eyes roam around the living room as if searching for something—or someone.

"Where’s Serena?" he finally asked while dropping into the single-seater across from Venzrich. He crossed one leg over the other and slid the envelope onto the glass table between them.

"Not here yet. She’s at the vet," Venzrich answered, not looking up from his tablet.

Kaizer nodded slowly. He knew Serena—the white shorthair cat with two different colored eyes. Venzrich had raised her mother since childhood. The old cat had died peacefully, and Serena remained as the last connection to her, a mirror image of the mother cat he’d grown up with.

Kaizer leaned forward slightly, curiosity returning quickly. "By the way, did you really move here with your wife?" His smirk was playful, like he had stumbled upon a secret and was savoring it.

"Yeah." The reply was short and blunt. Venzrich clearly didn’t want to explain anything more.

Kaizer didn’t care. "Why don’t you introduce me to her then?"

Venzrich finally set his tablet aside, letting out a small exhale. "Enough of your games. What’s the update?"

The room shifted almost instantly. The playful tone evaporated. Even the air felt heavier, colder.

Kaizer straightened his back. "It’s the Phoenix," he began. "I found out they’re looking for a possible candidate for the next presidential election." He paused, tapping his finger lightly on the armrest. "And they’ve already infiltrated our base in Italy."

Venzrich reached for the envelope on the table. He opened it and flipped through the documents and photos inside. The sharp snap of paper as he turned each page cut through the quiet. His jaw locked tightly.

"Twenty percent," Kaizer continued. "That’s what I confirmed for now. Twenty percent of the base staff were Phoenix spies."

Venzrich closed the envelope and set it back on the table before lifting his gaze.

"Hold a meeting," he ordered. "Make an example out of the moles in front of everyone."

He stood and walked toward the kitchen.

"Wait—why me?" Kaizer complained, following his movements with his eyes. Venzrich stopped, looking back over his shoulder.

"Mara’s right-hand man almost spilled everything to the media. We don’t know how many spies they planted in her group. You like working alone, so there’s less change of compromise."

Then he continued toward the kitchen.

Kaizer clicked his tongue. "When are you planning to come back then?" he called out.

"I can’t," Venzrich replied. He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows and opened the refrigerator. "The media’s been watching too closely. One wrong move and they’ll catch on."

Kaizer stood abruptly. "WAIT—are you planning to cook?"

He stared at the sight before him: Venzrich, a man known for being dangerous enough to make grown men rethink their life choices, pulling out a cabbage from the refrigerator as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

"Why not? My wife’s sick, and we need to eat," Venzrich said simply.

"What do you mean why not? You’ve never even touched a kitchen knife—"

A knife flew across the counter and sliced clean through the air toward Kaizer. He caught it between two fingers without flinching.

"Enough," Venzrich said, voice low.

Kaizer’s face twisted into a deep pout. "Come on! At least introduce me to your wife. Or let me eat your cooking!"

He sprawled across the sofa like a sulking child, cheek puffed out, arm draped over the headrest.

"Why are you even curious?" Venzrich asked as he started chopping vegetables with efficient, controlled motions. "You never bothered to meet my fiancée of six years. You nearly cried tears of joy when you learned you didn’t have to attend the wedding."

"That’s because I doubt your wife was anywhere near my wife-to-be, I like winning against you." Kaizer said proudly, grinning like an idiot.

Venzrich raised a brow. The man standing in his kitchen talking with childish excitement was the same person known for dropping women the moment he saw someone more interesting.

"Wife-to-be, my ass," Venzrich muttered.

"It’s true!" Kaizer insisted. "I’ll introduce her to you when I convince her to marry me. She’s really pretty."

"I’m not interested," Venzrich replied plainly, focusing on the cutting board.

"Tch." Kaizer stopped stretching across the sofa and stood up, brushing off his pants. "Anyway, have you seen my sister?"

"I don’t know," Venzrich said. "She’s probably beating someone up to pass the time."

Both men shrugged. The image was accurate enough.

Their family didn’t dominate only the business world. They were feared for their people—these three in particular. Venzrich. Kaizer. And most of all, the woman known as the Mad Lioness.

If anyone crossed her, she would hunt them down anywhere on the planet. And she enjoyed doing it.

Mara Bryce, the owner of Country P’s biggest construction company—and the one person whose temper could make even the strongest of men shut up—was the reason everyone in their enemy thought twice before making a move.

A few minutes later, the soft clinking of plates came from the kitchen. Kaizer followed the sound, curiosity dragging him onward. He leaned against the doorway, watching Venzrich move between the counter and stove with movements that were strangely precise—far too precise for someone who had supposedly never cooked.

Since when did he even know how to cook? he thought. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Since when did you know how to cook?" Kaizer asked loudly, a mischievous grin forming. "You’re full of surprises, aren’t you, buddy?"

"Cooking is simple if you have a brain."

Venzrich placed two plates on the counter with a dull tap. "If you want to stay here, shut it," he said. "And stop calling me ’buddy’."

"Alright, alright," Kaizer said, still grinning as he grabbed the fork meant for him. He took a bite. His eyes widened. "Wow. You actually know how to cook!"

Venzrich swatted Kaizer’s hand away when he tried to steal more. "I’m done feeding you. Scram."

Kaizer rolled his eyes dramatically but kept eating. "Fine. But you should at least let me try some of your wife’s cooking. Consider it payment for keeping quiet."

Venzrich paused mid-step and looked back. "There’s a zero percent chance of that happening. Stop imagining it."

Kaizer puffed his cheeks again but quickly scraped his plate clean. "It’s a shame..." he muttered.

"Anyway, I’ll introduce her to you soon." he paused as he walked through the door. "My wife-to-be that is."