Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System-Chapter 74: Hot Pepper Charlotte

Hot Pepper Charlotte

He exhaled slowly, expression calm.

Then a faint smile curved his lips.

"Mad dog," he murmured under his breath.

"Let’s see how you bite now."

He was already aware of the Valemont West Police Station’s operation.

A few days earlier, after crossing paths with one way Deaf and One way Blind, Julian D’Aurelius had remembered something from the original trajectory of this world. Those two cousins were rotten to the bone. For money, they would gamble with their lives without hesitation.

Men like that never worked alone.

The moment he recognized them in the hotel lobby, laughing too loudly, too confidently, he had someone quietly begin digging into the newly renamed Bear Hotel.

The result had come faster than expected.

After uncovering the clues, Julian hadn’t exposed them directly. Instead, he wrapped everything up neatly—like a beautifully decorated gift box—and tossed the hot potato straight into Bear’s hands.

And Bear?

He accepted it with a grin.

Julian had walked away fifty billion Euros richer.

If he hadn’t done that, once the truth surfaced, the Lunar Citadel would have been finished anyway—and he would have been dragged down with it.

As for offending Evan...

He was getting used to that.

Survive if you can.

When you can’t—don’t stand there offering your neck.

"Damn it, who told you to frame me with a life, you bastard."

Julian muttered darkly, tossing his phone onto the bed.

Then his irritation shifted.

"And damn system, you screwed me too. I knew you didn’t have good intentions giving me such good stuff."

Inside his mind, the Tyrant System responded in its usual emotionless tone.

"I am just a reward-giving machine without feelings."

Julian snorted.

"Keep barking."

"Don’t stop."

"Fuck you."

Silence.

The system ignored him completely.

He was about to throw his phone aside and sleep when it suddenly vibrated.

He glanced at the caller ID.

Charlotte Bonds.

Julian blinked once.

"What’s she calling me for?"

Had she traced the anonymous email?

After securing the evidence, he had deliberately sent it to Charlotte’s private inbox. Not officially. Not through channels. Directly.

They had grown up in the same elite circles of Valemont—attending the same charity galas, political banquets, family gatherings.

Back then, they had even gotten along.

Until Mike Valquin.

Mike, the most infamous playboy in Valemont.

And Julian had chosen to stand beside him.

After that, Charlotte’s attitude toward him had changed.

Cold. Distant. Disappointed.

He stared at the ringing phone a second longer before answering.

"Yo, isn’t this Miss Bonds? Calling me for a heart-to-heart at night?"

On the other end, her voice was crisp and sharp.

"Shut up. You were the former owner of Lunar Citadel, right? Come to Valemont West Police Station for investigation immediately."

No greeting. No softness.

"What did I do?" Julian asked lazily.

"Just come over. No nonsense. Or I’ll come to your house and arrest you."

Click.

The line went dead.

Julian clicked his tongue.

Still such a hot pepper.

Charlotte Bonds was famous in Valemont’s upper circles—not just for her beauty, but for her ruthless sense of justice. More than one arrogant young master had left her office pale and sweating.

And her background?

Terrifying.

The Bonds household wasn’t one of the four major families, but politically? Half the city’s leadership had once worked under her father or owed her grandfather favors.

Power crushed money.

Even Julian had to swallow his pride around her.

The standard righteous police flower.

Powerful family. Absolute justice. Lives to catch criminals.

And somehow...

Destined to fall into the Obsidian King’s harem.

Julian almost laughed.

What a ridiculous world.

Heh.

Using the heroine’s spear to stab the protagonist’s dog.

Survive when you can.

Strike when you must.

He got up and began dressing.

Downstairs, his father Gary D’Aurelius was reading financial reports in the living room when he noticed him heading toward the door.

Gary raised an eyebrow.

"What are you doing out so late? Going to find that Mike Valquin again?"

Julian slipped on his shoes calmly.

"No. I’m going to find a cell to sit in."

"...What?"

Gary stared.

Julian grinned.

"Relax. If I don’t come back, inherit my game accounts."

Gary’s expression darkened. His hand moved toward his belt.

"You brat—"

Julian slipped out the door before the belt could be drawn.

The night air in Valemont was cool. Police sirens faintly echoed in the distance.

By the time he arrived at Valemont West Police Station, the place was blazing with lights.

A major case.

Several city leaders were present.

As soon as they saw him, their expressions turned complicated.

"Isn’t this Young Master D’Aurelius?"

"Little Julian, what brings you here at this hour?"

Julian offered a helpless smile.

"I’m here to find a cell."

A few of them coughed awkwardly.

He didn’t wait for further questions and slipped inside.

The atmosphere was tense.

Officers moved quickly between desks. Files were stacked high. Phones rang constantly.

And at the center of it—

Charlotte Bonds.

She stood beneath harsh white fluorescent lights, holding a pair of polished silver handcuffs. The metal reflected cold glints across her sharp features.

Her long azure hair flowed down her back like a waterfall of silk. Even in uniform, her figure was impossible to ignore—fitted tactical jacket outlining her narrow waist, long legs straight and poised, the subtle curve of her E-cup chest restrained beneath regulation fabric.

Her teal eyes were focused, unwavering.

Julian’s steps slowed.

(She looks incredibly hot and beautiful. If she weren’t destined to be in Evan’s harem, I would have made her my wife. Her E-cup breasts look so soft—just imagining how they would feel when touched, that gentle softness, is overwhelming.)

He coughed.

Stepped closer.

Charlotte noticed immediately.

His gaze had lingered too long.

"Are you done looking?"

Her voice cut like a blade.

Julian smiled faintly. "Just appreciating the view, Officer Bonds."

Her eyes hardened.

She stepped forward. The handcuffs clinked softly.

"Julian D’Aurelius. Former owner of Lunar Citadel. You are required to cooperate with this investigation."

Inside his head—

[That’s right, bro. That’s exactly right. Even I want you, but in this world, I need to survive. If I want your love, you need to look at me this way.]

[You should look at me like that. That look is perfect.]

He tilted his head slightly.

"Why so hostile? We grew up attending the same banquets, remember?"

Her lips tightened.

"Back then, you still had some shame."

She didn’t look away.

"Then you started following Mike Valquin everywhere."

A pause.

Julian shrugged. "He’s my friend."

"He’s a scumbag."

Flat. Unwavering.

"And you chose to stand next to him."

For a moment, something flickered.

A memory—two teenagers arguing over dessert at a charity dinner. Her laughing. Him teasing.

Then it vanished.

[Though I deeply feel my dignity being trampled, it’s okay, I like it. I hope you can be even harsher.]

Julian’s lips twitched.

"Officer Bonds," he said lightly, "are you interrogating me or reminiscing?"

"If you don’t cooperate," she replied coldly, "I can make this unpleasant."

[If possible, spit into my mouth—yeah, mouth to mouth. That way, I can at least pretend it’s a kiss from you.]

He froze.

Then shook his head slightly.

[What the hell am I even thinking? I’m not a masochist. I just want to survive. I need to keep my distance from the protagonist and the female leads. There are already too many of them in my life. If more get involved, I’m seriously going to die.]

"???"

Charlotte froze.

Her brows drew together.

Whose voice was that?

It sounded—

Exactly like his.

But his lips hadn’t moved.

Her heartbeat skipped once.

Harem?

Female leads?

Protagonist?

What nonsense was that?

For a brief second, a strange unease stirred in her chest. As if she were standing at the edge of something she couldn’t see.

Then she blinked.

Lack of sleep.

That’s all.

She straightened.

Focus.

"Come sit," she said coldly.

The handcuffs glinted under the light.