The Villainess With A Heroine Harem

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Amos felt the words get stuck in his throat when the blindfold on his face was abruptly ripped off.

He thought they would never let him see where he was, or whom he was dealing with. After all, if his guess was right, the White Deer Corporation's employees certainly wouldn't want him to remember any of their faces.

In case he was able to identify them later, even if the White Deer itself wouldn't suffer, the same couldn't be said for that employee. As long as they were determined to take revenge regardless of the cost, that person was sure to suffer a disaster.

It only took a few moments for the hero's vision to adjust, and the man's profile in front of him became clear at a glance.

Middle-aged, unkempt, and with a slightly unhinged look in his eyes, the man didn't look like an employee of one of the big corporations at all. In fact, he resembled an escapee from an asylum instead, and the thought sent shivers down the hero's spine.

He couldn't help but gulp. 'D-Don't tell me… I really got picked up by some lunatic?!'

The 'lunatic' sneered at the silver-haired boy's terrified expression, and it was only then that Amos noticed the metal rod in his hand.

Instantly, it was as if someone had doused him with cold water all over again. "W-Who are you? Don't you know who I am?! I'm Amos Black, the only heir to the Black Tiger Corporation! If you let me go now, it is still—!"

The unkempt man didn't seem to have any intention of listening to him at all, and his only response to the hero's words was a heavy swing of the rod to the boy's right leg.

Amos felt his world turn white from pain, and his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head.

As soon as he regained his senses, the silver-haired boy couldn't help but curse. "Bastard! How dare you—?!"

With a dull thump, another heavy blow landed on the same leg, and the silver-haired boy's forehead was immediately drenched in a cold sweat. He was sure that something broke just then.

"I'll make sure you suffer a hundred times worse than my son before you die."

And then, as abruptly as he had arrived, the man left Amos shivering in pain and terror.

He couldn't believe that a day would come when someone would dare treat him like this.

How was this possible? Even if it was the White Deer Corporation, Amos knew they didn't have the guts to pull this kind of stunt. Harming the only heir to the Black Tiger like this, did they want to burn down together?

His eyes red in rage, the hero couldn't help but grit his teeth and look around. Now that he knew that he wasn't taken by the White Deer, there was no way he was going to wait to be beaten to death.

What if the pervert never tried to contact his bastard father, and really intended to beat him to death?

There was no way he could rely on that incompetent fool to find and save him, it would be better to just bite his tongue off and die in that case.

Amos knew he had to get out of here quickly, and the only one he could rely on to do so was himself.

Thankfully, the pervert was foolish enough to take off his blindfold, and he could finally observe where he was.

Although the walls were a little mottled, and the only window in the room was closed shut, the hero felt like this must be some sort of a basement.

It wasn't too big, and there were many tools and household items lying around that made Amos believe that it must be the psycho's own home. In one corner, he even saw a study desk with newspaper clippings, an old computer, and a photo frame.

The photo in the frame didn't catch his attention at first, since it was clearly a family photo of the pervert and his family, but Amos quickly did a double-take as he realized something.

Wasn't the face of that teenage boy a little familiar?

His first thought was that he must have seen the boy in one of the corporate parties, and quickly figured out that the man's identity must be one of the losers who got ruined under his Black Tiger's momentum.

However, a face that he had seen only a few months ago flashed through his mind, and the hero's pupils shrank in astonishment.

"B-Braxy?!"

How could it be him?!

Didn't this mean that the pervert who was intent on beating him to death was Braxy's father?

The silver-haired boy felt his brain buzz in disbelief. 'B-But Braxy and I didn't have any grudges at all! I only gave them some money to deal with that bitch!'

Even when those two morons had failed, Amos had just cut his losses and completely put them out of his mind. After all, he had more important things to deal with.

Even if the boy had disappeared in the end, it had nothing to do with…!

Suddenly, something seemed to click in the hero's mind, and the whole nonsensical situation became clearer. "SHIT! Don't tell me this moron thinks I'm the one who dealt with that moron son of his?! That must clearly be the doing of that bitch!"

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Meanwhile, the hero's father frowned as he received a report from his assistant. "Amos hasn't returned yet?"

Seeing the man nod in affirmation, the buff man couldn't help but take a look at his watch.

It was almost one in the morning.

Although he had never been strict with when his son returned, when he went out, or what he did, that was all on the premise that his performance was satisfactory.

Once the boy had shown his ability to mess up over and over again, he had clearly stipulated a strict curfew time by which he must return home.

Given that the boy performed well in his exam, however, Mr. Black thought of giving his son another chance, and had done away with the curfew.

The black-haired man couldn't help but shake his head. "He really likes disappointing me, doesn't he?"

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