Chapter 112: The Unexpected Ambush

The private villa was deathly quiet.

Julian Vance had no inkling whatsoever that Victoria was already waiting for him inside. He simply stepped up to the smart lock and slid his titanium card into the slot.

Click.

The door lock opened.

Julian pushed open the heavy wooden front door, stepping into the foyer first.

"Take a look around..."

Before Julian could even finish his sentence, a slender, gorgeous figure materialized from the shadows in a blur of motion.

Thump.

Before he could react, Julian found himself pinned flat against the front door by a woman as breathtakingly ethereal as a fairy.

He froze, his brain momentarily short-circuiting.

What on earth just happened?!

Standing just behind him in the doorway, Sean’s jaw dropped so wide his mouth formed a perfect, unmoving "O" shape.

He stared in absolute, paralyzing shock at the scene unfolding right before his eyes.

What in the world is he witnessing right now...?!

He was actually watching CEO Victoria Sterling aggressively pin his good buddy—his godfather—against the front door like a captive!

Is this actually something a college student is allowed to watch for free without a subscription?!

"Julian..." Victoria’s slender, soft fingers slipped gracefully through the fabric of Julian’s shirt, trailing across his chest like a lit flame, radiating a heavy, intoxicating wave of seduction.

"I’ve been waiting here inside our new home for a long time. My Julian is finally back..."

Victoria even slid her hand daringly beneath the hem of Julian’s clothes. Julian could feel the clear, unyielding heat of her intentions.

"Victoria..."

Julian stammered, his eyes darting sideways. "We... we have an outsider standing right here in the doorway."

Before Julian could finish issuing his warning...

Victoria leaned in and captured his lips, completely cutting off any further attempts at speech.

Victoria closed her dark eyes, her soft tongue immediately tracing along the contour of Julian’s lips. Sensing that Julian was instinctively trying to pull back and push her hands away, Victoria’s expression darkened into a gorgeous, displeased frown.

She parted her pearly white teeth and gently, playfully bit down onto Julian’s lower lip.

Hiss— Julian let out a sharp intake of breath.

"Little bed-slave... be a good boy and stop squirming around," Victoria murmured against his mouth, her voice dripping with absolute, domineering authority.

Julian: ’//’///!

Goddamn it... Sean is still standing literally three feet away watching everything!

It’s over... his legendary image of a wise, majestic, untouchable godfather was officially shattered into dust forever...

Without giving him another second to protest, Victoria’s tongue forcefully parted his lips, plunging deep into his mouth. Their burning, passionate breaths intertwined as their lips locked together in a fierce, demanding kiss.

Meanwhile, Sean remained rooted to the spot in the entryway, staring wide-eyed at the intimate display.

For a solid minute, he completely forgot how to move his feet or turn around and walk away. His mind was entirely blank, save for a single, deafening thought:

Is it even remotely appropriate for a college student to witness an ambiguous, rated-R scene like this?!

And besides...?!

President Sterling is honestly too insanely domineering! She literally just called his godfather her ’little bed-slave’ right to his face!

The dynamic between the terrifying CEO Victoria Sterling and his godfather was an exact, pixel-for-pixel realization of the yandere female CEO web novels he loved reading—the obsessive, tyrannical yandere female boss and her captive, helpless puppy.

Web novel tropes were literally manifesting into concrete reality right before his eyes!

Utterly fascinated, Sean continued standing there like a statue, watching the passionate scene unfold with wide eyes.

The air temperature in the foyer rapidly spiked, turning scalding hot and thick with palpable tension. Victoria’s cheeks flushed with a soft, rosy pink, and her dark eyes glazed over with a dreamy, heavy-lidded expression of pure, possessive affection.

Everything around them was dead silent, save for the wet, heated sound of their lips locking together.

It was abundantly clear that the situation was hurtling past the point of casual control.

Cough, cough—!

Suddenly, Sean’s throat felt intensely dry and itchy, forcing him to burst into a loud, artificial fit of coughing.

The heavy, intoxicating tension hanging in the air shattered instantly.

Victoria and Julian pulled apart, turning their heads simultaneously to glare at Sean.

Sean frantically clapped both hands over his mouth.

Oops...!

No, why on earth did his throat have to pick this exact, suicidal second to get itchy?!

"President Sterling... Brother Julian, hello," Sean offered a stiff, awkward wave, his joints locked in terror.

This is a catastrophic disaster...

Sean wiped a massive torrent of cold sweat streaming down the back of his neck. Under Victoria’s dark, freezing gaze, he genuinely felt as though he had a razor-sharp hunting knife pressed directly against his jugular vein.

"No, wait—forget that! Greetings, sister-in-law!"

"Hello, sister-in-law!" Sean hurriedly bowed from the waist at a ninety-degree angle directly toward Victoria.

Victoria paused, blinking slowly. "Sister-in-law?"

Sean nodded vigorously, his face dead serious. "You are Brother Julian’s official girlfriend, so of course it’s only right and proper for me to address you as sister-in-law!"

Mhm."

A soft, pleased smile bloomed across Victoria’s crimson lips.

Truth be told, hearing the title sister-in-law spoken aloud sounded remarkably pleasant to her ears.

"What is your full name?" Victoria asked, her voice softening slightly.

Sean straightened up, replying respectfully, "My name is Sean Mathew Scott."

Victoria tapped a fingernail against her phone screen. "Read me your bank card number."

"Huh?" Sean blinked, momentarily failing to process the command.

What card number?

Victoria repeated calmly, "Your personal bank card number."

Without thinking, Sean rapidly rattled off his standard bank account digits.

Inside his mind, he was a swirling vortex of confusion: What on earth does President Sterling want with my bank account credentials? Is she about to transfer a curse onto my savings?!

Ding!

A sharp notification chime rang out, breaking the quiet silence around Sean completely.

Fingers trembling slightly, Sean pulled out his smartphone and glanced down at the incoming banking SMS alert.