Supreme Villain: Seducing the Heroines

Kizuna's black executive car followed slowly, her eyes fixated on the road, making sure there were no threat's to Amon's safety, as they slowly pulled into the company's underground car park.

'Ah, thank god this isn't like a stupid novel, where I pretend to be a tramp, don't bring my id or register my car with the company just to face slap some salaried power workers.'

Amon thought about the many lives he lived, the different novels that existed in some of them, where countless readers loved to see those poor men fired, their lives ruined just because they did their job properly.

'What kind of guard lets someone dressed like a tramp with bulging muscles like some random thug meet their female CEO? Do they want to offer her on a platter?'

Rebecca sat beside him, a large binder with countless pages and notes she had made in the past few days from her research and help from his mother and secretary Kizuna.

"What's on your mind, Amon?" She asked, noticing his brooding look and furrowed brows as he watched the security guard wave them through.

"Did the guards do something wrong? Should I look to the terminal--"

"NO! God, no... I was thinking how hard it must be for them to make a living... On such a low wage, dealing with the scum that might try to harm the company or its workers, be it ex-lovers, criminals or rival companies..."

Amon pulled into the number 1 VIP spot for him or Rebecca if she was alone.

He tapped the steering wheel before looking at her with dazzling violet eyes.

"It only takes one person of my status or calibre, and they could lose everything... Because of what? Image? Pride? Face?"

The anger was a little strange, but he suddenly felt bad for many of the employees he had wronged in his past lives; some of them did their jobs well, but because he was an arrogant little prick or the story dictated he be so, they lost everything.

Forced to switch sides, betray him or even turn to crime to feed their families.

'All because I made sure to make no other company employ them... Let's list those who made no mistakes; I will reward them...'

"What good is my face or pride when those people worked so hard for ME? I regret being so foolish; how will they make a living if they offend me? Will the low-level companies employ someone who offended the heir of the Winchester Group?"

"Eh.... wouldn't they?" Rebecca asked, a little naive still as she began to put away the binder into her black bag and climbed out of his car.

Only to find several staff members waiting, their bodies bowing almost 90 degrees as Kizuna stood at the front, watching Rebecca sternly.

"Young master?" She asked with her sensual voice before stepping forward, passing Rebecca and moving to the door of Amon, who seemed to be angry or rather frustrated with himself.

Kizuna noticed that he was busy typing out various names and dates on his datapad; she recognised many of them, as they were extremely talented or loyal but were recently either kicked out or made to leave the smaller company he worked at due to his actions.

Tap Tap!

She gently knocked on the window, but he ignored her for several moments before finally finishing his list and turning the car's engine key, the light humming quickly dying down, as he climbed from the car and handed the datapad to Kizuna without looking.

"Kizuna, I hope you can try and re-recruit these people back into the company; if they want my formal apology, then accept. My mother's businesses need these people to grow; if they want a slight rise in salary, tell the mother to take it from my yearly bonus and wage, don't force them, though."

Amon didn't realise all the higher executives arranged to support him were waiting; some felt shocked at the strange tone and remarks from the well-known cunt of the Winchester Group.

Even a student like Rebecca heard rumours, but now listening to his words, she cast those thoughts aside, thinking he was back to his old self.

Passionate, caring and filled with a powerful drive.

"Are you sure, Amon?" Kizuna asked, forgetting to speak with honorifics as she was also startled, not expecting his changes to be so rapid.

Only a few weeks ago, one of her kinsmen was fired because he spilt some iced tea near Alice's shoes at a large gathering.

"Kizuna, my mistakes shouldn't affect Mother; she is too kind towards me and would never punish me or take them back, even if she knows how talented they all are. So, even if they want me to dance in a monkey suit if they will come back and support the mother."

"I'll do it."

Once he finished speaking, Amon walked away, his keys jingling as the doors were locked with a slight clack, his shoes tapping on the ground as he passed the workers and executives quickly.

"Don't worry about honouring me; you all work hard for the group; please raise your heads. There is no need for some big celebration or event because I came, don't disturb the normal workers; I'll check the plant, and our machinery, then visit my office."

"I trust your work, understood?" His deep voice caused the executives and high-tier employees to shudder; this was different from what they prepared themselves to endure expecting him to shout at them or act like an entitled prick.

"Yes, young master!"

"Understood!"

He walked towards his private elevator with both hands inside his pockets, wondering where to go.

"The young master is really strange..."

"He would never be so kind in the past... Is there some Audit? Or is it a trap?"

There were not many rats in this line of trade; in fact, most of the die-hard supporters of his mother were part of the pharmaceutical company, as his wonderful mother never abandoned them, even in the last days of the group.

"Are you coming, Rebecca?" His voice sounded as he turned around inside the elevator with a smile.

"Ah! Yes... coming!"

Amon felt strange as the cute brunette rushed towards him, the binder with all her work inside crushing her breasts as she breathed heavily upon stepping into the lift.

"Haa...Haa..."

'This girl needs to work out... Now that her mother is about to recover, I don't want her getting sick.'

He began to make more plans, wondering about the women around him and how to protect them from the stupid plot.

Amon only came up with a few basic ideas and was annoyed that he wasn't a super genius who could solve things instantly as they do in books.

'Whatever, maybe I should try to find a way to make her a cultivator, although if she doesn't want to, maybe just normal exercise with Kizuna might help her to improve. I don't want to sleep with her to make her cultivate... That's not something this girl deserves.'