Fated Villain
Copyright© 2026 by Traverse
Chapter 36: Politeness Denied
Lucas let out a cold chuckle.
He had just provoked David at the Porter family’s banquet. At that time, David could barely hold back from hitting him.
If they met again here, David would definitely want to kill him.
Without hesitation, Lucas stood up. “Sorry, I have something to do. If you want a bodyguard, find someone else. I don’t have time.”
He turned to leave.
“One million.”
He had just taken two steps when Monica’s voice rang out behind him.
“As long as you stay and protect me for one hour, I’ll give you one million.”
One million an hour?
That was insanely fucking high.
Lucas really wanted it, but compared to that money, his life was obviously more important. So he kept walking.
“Five million.”
Still walking.
“Eight million.”
Life was priceless.
“Ten million.”
Lucas turned back. “You’re really giving me ten million? What if you go back on your word? Transfer me five million upfront.”
Monica snorted. “I’ve never gone back on my word.”
She pulled out a checkbook and wrote five million with smooth, practiced strokes, handing it to Lucas.
“Take it.”
Her tone and movements made it seem like she was tossing a bone to a beggar.
But Lucas didn’t care.
Ten million in total. Being treated like a beggar was fine. He’d gladly join the Beggar Sect on the spot.
These days, plenty of people worked their whole lives and never earned even a million.
Still, he tried to meet her halfway. “Can I protect you from the shadows? Like hide nearby but not show myself? I promise, the second you’re in danger, I’ll jump in. I won’t be late.”
The one coming was David. He might act cool, but he had a solid character.
He wasn’t the kind of guy to bully a woman, so Lucas figured this ten million would basically be free money.
Monica looked around, hesitating. “Then hide behind that shelf over there, but you’re not allowed to leave. You have to stay put.”
From that distance, she should still be able to hear his thoughts.
She wanted to see exactly what kind of person this David really was.
“No problem.”
Just then, the butler came in. “Miss, Mr. Fox has arrived. Should I let him in?”
“Yes, bring him in.”
The moment Lucas heard that, he leapt up and slipped behind the shelf.
He was about to get paid, keep David from discovering him, and also witness a major plot moment between the male and female leads.
Perfect.
He happily examined the check one more time to make sure it was real, then tucked it into his pocket.
At that moment, a powerful aura entered through the door. David strode into the living room with wild black hair and a black suit, every step full of confidence.
His sharp gaze landed on Monica, and for a second, there was a flash of surprise.
But he said nothing, just stepped forward calmly. “Miss Davis, you asked for me.”
“Yes. Please, Mr. Fox, have a seat.”
The same Monica who had been acting so overbearing with Lucas now behaved politely in front of David.
She sized David up. He looked decent, but that was about it.
She had seen all kinds of men in the entertainment industry—pretty boys, muscle-bound action stars, brooding bad boys. She had developed extremely high standards.
To say she fell for him at first sight? Ridiculous.
After David sat down, he got right to the point. “May I ask why you invited me here, Miss Davis?”
Monica smiled lightly. “I wouldn’t presume to give advice. I simply want to ask you to keep your subordinates in check. If they continue harassing my filming locations and demanding protection money, I won’t stay polite.”
What?
David was stunned. He looked at her, confused. “My subordinates asked you for protection money?”
“That’s right.” Monica’s courtesy didn’t last five minutes before she raised her brow arrogantly. “I’ve let them go several times out of respect for you, Mr. Fox. But they’ve gotten worse. I’ve reached my limit.”
David fell silent.
He hadn’t expected that Monica called him here to deliver a warning.
He thought she was seeking his help.
He frowned, feeling like something was off.
Behind the shelf, Lucas was also completely confused. This wasn’t right.
[When Monica first met David, she acted bold too, but it was the kind of playfulness you’d expect from a girl with a crush. Now she is full-on antagonizing him?]
[No way. Is her character setting breaking too?]
After a pause, David slowly clenched his fists. “Miss Davis, I think you misunderstood. The area in the south of the city isn’t under my control. The people there just call me boss on their own. I’ve never acknowledged them as my subordinates.”
“And I may not be someone important, but I am the last of the Fox family. I don’t tolerate baseless accusations. I would appreciate a bit more respect.”
He had spoken as tactfully and calmly as he could, but Monica responded with a cold laugh.
She looked at him with disdain. “Respect you? Do you even deserve it?”
Lucas’s jaw nearly dropped.
David’s expression darkened instantly as he stood up. “Miss Davis, what do you mean by that?”
Monica stood up as well, replying coldly. “Do I need to spell it out? I didn’t invite you here to discuss anything. I’m ordering you to keep your people in check and stop bringing trouble to my door.”
“Ordering me?” David’s fury exploded. “What gives you the right to talk to me like that?”
Monica raised her chin, looking proud. “Even if I have no status, I can still order you around. You were born low. That’s all there is to it.”
“You—!”
So this was the Davis family heiress.
They had no bad blood. He came today with the intention of becoming friends. He never expected to be treated this way.
David’s fists tightened. The anger he had suppressed for days nearly burst out.
He held it back with difficulty and gritted his teeth. “I’m letting this go because you’re a woman and because the Fox and Davis families once had ties. But if it happens again, I won’t let it slide.”
Monica sneered. “The Fox family, even at its peak, was nothing more than a dog raised by the Davis family. What right do you have to talk to me about family ties? Just remember—this is your final warning. Get out.”
What?
Lucas held his breath and looked at Monica in disbelief.
Miss Rich Girl, are you trying too hard to keep up your spoiled-brat image?
That guy standing across from you is your destined male lead. Shouldn’t you be worshipping him, flattering him, fawning over him like some obsessed little fangirl?
Why are you cursing him out instead?
He was so confused that in his panic, he accidentally knocked into a metal ornament on the shelf, making a rustling noise.
“Who’s there!”
David was already fuming. When he heard the noise, he roared instantly.
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