Chapter 10 Stirring Up Trouble

• "Okay."
• Darius agreed without hesitation.
• He then contacted Aveline.
• "Aveline, it's Darius. Where are you? Are you done? Kael asked me to pick you up."
• "Ah? There's no need. I can go back by myself," Aveline replied reluctantly.
• "Kael is worried. He said I must pick you up," Darius insisted.
• "Alright, I'm in the private room on the third floor of the Heavenly KTV."
• "Got it. Wait there. I'll be right over."
• Inside the KTV, after Aveline hung up the phone, a classmate immediately asked, "Aveline, who was that handsome guy on the phone?"
• "It was Darius. He's coming to pick me up," Aveline said reluctantly.
• "Darius? Haha, I know who that is—the rapist Darius! That incident was reported on all the major TV stations nationwide for a week back then!"
• "No way, Aveline. Did you actually let him pick you up? Aren't you afraid he'll rape you?"
• "What are you saying? After all, he's her brother. Even if he had the thought, he wouldn't actually do it! He would, at most, sneak a peek at her showering or use her bra to jerk off. Hahaha."
• "Aveline, how can you be so big-hearted? Aren't you embarrassed?"
• Facing her classmates' ridicule, Aveline was filled with regret. She should have refused outright!
• "No worries, Aveline. When he gets here, we'll send him away. I'll take you home," Liam said with a smile.
• Today, Liam had a simple goal.
• To use the momentum from yesterday's event to take Aveline's virginity.
• Liam was a downright scumbag.
• He specifically targeted young, beautiful women who hadn't been with anyone yet.
• After taking their first time, he would immediately turn his back on them.
• He even recorded the detailed process of sharing it with his friends every time, as if flaunting a trophy.
• Aveline was undoubtedly the most beautiful and the hardest to get among the women he had encountered.
• He was almost ready to give up, but unexpectedly, Aveline mistakenly thought he was the rich guy who had tipped hundreds of thousands!
• This was indeed a stroke of luck for him!
• "Come on, Aveline, have a couple more drinks!".
• Under Liam's constant persuasion, Aveline had already had over a dozen drinks and was visibly drunk.
• "I'm so hot."
• Aveline bit her lip, took off her jacket, and said to Liam, "I feel dizzy. I need to wash my face to clear my head."
• "No problem. Go ahead. We'll be waiting for you," Liam replied, smiling.
• He stared at Aveline with lustful eyes, scanning her body unscrupulously.
• Aveline had been wearing a jacket, but she was left in a tight red bodycon dress when she took it off.
• Her long, smooth legs, glowing under the lights, were mainly exposed, making her look incredibly sexy.
• Any man who saw her would have a hard time keeping calm.
• At this moment, Darius walked in.
• "Who are you?" Liam asked.
• "I'm Aveline's elder brother, Darius," he replied.
• "Oh, the infamous rapist brother! Nice to meet you! I'm Aveline's boyfriend, Liam," Liam said mockingly.
• "So, you're Liam?" Darius sat down with a cold smile.
• "I suggest you come clean about what happened last night, or you'll find it impossible to stay in the Daeloria."
• After his statement, there was a three-second silence in the room.
• Then, everyone burst out laughing.
• "Hahaha, this guy's a riot. I can't. My sides are hurting!"
• "Hahaha, do you know who you're talking to? Liam is the general manager of Sphere Real Estate. Who are you to say he won't be able to stay here?"
• Liam laughed and said, "Darius, I'd love to know how you plan to make me leave. FYI, Liona Johnson, the vice president of Sphere Real Estate, is my sister!"
• Sphere Real Estate? Darius chuckled.
• That company was actually one of his own businesses.
• Darius smiled and said, "Do you even know who I am?"
• Liam froze for a second, then laughed again. "Who are you? Do I need an introduction?"
• He picked up the microphone and roared, "Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce Darius! Five years ago, he was convicted of rape and went to prison. His parents died of anger because of it, and his siblings ended up on the streets. What a badass!"
• "Hahaha."
• The room erupted in laughter again.
• "You're asking for it!" Darius's anger flared up.
• He grabbed Liam by the neck like a chicken and lifted him.
• "What are you doing, Darius?"
• Just then, Aveline burst through the door.
• Seeing the scene, she rushed over and slapped Darius across the face!
• Smack!
• "Aveline, he's lying to you! He's not the rich guy you think he is!"
• Darius held his face, feeling incredibly hurt and wronged.
• "If it's not Liam, are you saying it's you?" Aveline pushed Darius aside and worriedly asked, "Liam, are you okay?"
• Liam, still shaken from nearly being choked to death, nodded. "No. I'm fine. Just keep him away from me."
• Bang!
• Before Darius could say more, the door was kicked open.
• Seven or eight burly men stormed in.
• They all had tattoos; some even had them on their faces, and weapons were visible on their waists.
• The leader, a man in his thirties wearing a tight tank top, had a horrifying scar on his face, resembling a giant centipede.
• "Who messed with my friend?" the scar-faced man asked coldly.
• "It ... it was me," Aveline said nervously.
• "Good, owning up to it," the man said.
• "Let me introduce myself. I'm Ethan Blake, but folks in the street call me Mr. Blake. Just now, when you came out of the restroom, you bumped into my friend, who was holding a bottle of wine. It spilled everywhere. Do you admit it?" Ethan asked.
• "He touched my leg first! I was just defending myself! And it's just a bottle of wine; I'll pay for it!" Aveline said.
• "Pay? Haha." Ethan tossed the shattered bottle in front of everyone.
• "A 1945 Romanée-Conti. Can you afford it?"
• Gasp!
• A few rich second-generation heirs in the room lost their composure. Liam's face turned pale.
• Aveline whispered, "Is the wine that expensive?"
• "The phylloxera attack resulted in the production of only 600 Romanée-Conti bottles in 1945. One bottle previously set a record at auction, selling for nearly 600 thousand dollars." Liam trembled as he explained.
• "Aveline, you're in big trouble!"