Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 468: Idea

Aurora’s voice softened.

"Emily, until now, you’ve done so much for me. You pretended to be my godmother when I needed a cover. You handled my business when I was in a coma. Anyone else might have betrayed me for money or leverage, but you never did. You’ve always stayed loyal."

Emily swallowed hard, unable to speak.

"I know you have family responsibilities and personal burdens," Aurora continued. "But you always prioritized my tasks. So these are your benefits as part of my... family."

Then she added in almost a whisper,

"There’s also a fifty-million-dollar family health fund. In case you ever need it. Even your future children can claim it."

Emily trembled, tears slipping silently down her cheeks. Her heart throbbed with disbelief, gratitude, and something deeper she couldn’t name.

"H-how can I accept all of this?" she asked, voice shaking.

Aurora waved her hand, before remembering Emily couldn’t see her, and said,

"It’s an employee benefit. You’ve been my personal assistant for almost four years."

Emily glanced at the date and gasped. Today was exactly her four-year anniversary of joining Aurora. She hadn’t even remembered it herself.

Aurora looked at her calendar and let out a soft laugh. "What a coincidence. I feel like fate reminded me."

She paused, then added, "Emily, you should take a vacation too."

Emily stiffened. "There’s no need..."

Aurora interrupted her smoothly.

"It’s already arranged. A fully paid vacation. And I just wired fifty million into your account. Use it. Splurge on yourself. Don’t hesitate."

Emily stared at her phone as another notification beeped. Her breath hitched.

Fifty million.

A vacation. A villa. Shares. Health insurance for generations.

She had never received so much in her life, not even love.

She had stayed loyal to Aurora because she believed Aurora deserved it. Because she believed in her. She never expected anything in return.

’But she... she remembered everything,’ Emily thought, choking up. ’And she even remembered the exact day she hired me...’

Who would have thought Aurora, who seemed so busy, so sharp, so involved in million-dollar decisions every day, would remember something this small?

Emily pressed a hand over her mouth, overwhelmed.

Aurora, unaware of Emily’s tears, simply smiled faintly and said, "Thank you for staying with me all this time."

Emily couldn’t even begin to describe what she was feeling.

One moment, she was holding back tears; the next, her chest tightened painfully, and suddenly, everything spilled out.

Her quiet sobs turned into uncontrollable, hysterical crying. She covered her mouth, shoulders shaking, as if the world had tilted and she couldn’t find solid ground.

She couldn’t believe her ears. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She couldn’t believe Aurora’s generosity, yet she knew every word was real.

’How... how did I end up meeting someone like this? How can a person so powerful be this kind? This trusting?’

Choking between sobs, she muttered, "I’ll remain loyal to you forever... Ms. Aurora, I swear it."

Aurora laughed softly at the other end. "If that’s the case, I’ll hang up for now. I still have matters to handle."

Emily sniffled hard and nodded immediately. "Yes..."

The call ended.

Aurora leaned back in her chair with a long exhale, her fingers brushing the wooden armrest. Many people would call her foolish, too generous, too soft-hearted, too indulgent.

But Aurora knew better.

In order to keep exceptional people by your side, you must make them feel valued. You must show them exactly how important they are, so that even if a better opportunity appears, they hesitate. They think twice. They remember you.

Emily was one of those rare, irreplaceable people.

A long-term treasure. A long-term investment.

And Aurora believed firmly that investments made with long-term vision always returned the highest profit.

Even if she had poured nearly four hundred million into Emily, she didn’t regret a single dollar.

Because Emily had saved her countless times, from subtle business traps, from unseen loopholes, from paperwork Aurora would have missed, from enemies Aurora didn’t even know she had. Emily had been the silent structure holding her world together.

So yes, Aurora was grateful. Deeply so.

With that thought, she reopened her laptop and resumed coding, her fingers dancing across the keys with renewed focus.

Meanwhile, far away from Aurora’s quiet room, Tanya stormed into her house like a thundercloud ready to burst.

She threw her purse onto the sofa and sat down with a furious thud. Her chest heaved from the humiliation she had endured earlier.

"Water," she snapped.

A maid hurried over and handed her a glass. Tanya took a sip, but the moment the lukewarm water touched her tongue, her annoyance surged into rage.

"What is this?!" she screeched, and without hesitation, she flung the water into the maid’s face. "Is there no water at the right temperature? Are you stupid?"

The water dripped down the maid’s cheeks, but instead of shrinking back fearfully, as Tanya had expected, the maid wiped her face slowly. Then she glared.

Not timidly. Not nervously. But boldly.

She turned on her heel and left.

Tanya shot up, pointing angrily. "Where do you think you’re going?! I’m not finished... "

Before she could complete her sentence, the maid returned with a new glass of water.

Tanya frowned sharply. "I didn’t even tell you what I want. How dare yo..."

Water splashed straight onto Tanya’s face.

Tanya went still, shocked beyond expression.

The maid’s voice was low but steely.

"I’m a maid, not your slave. How dare you throw water at me? I should go to the media right now and show them how you treat workers."

Tanya’s jaw dropped. That was not how this was supposed to go. Her dramas had lied to her. Her friends had lied to her. In real life, people actually defended themselves.

’Human rights... I forgot those existed?!’

Panicking, she pointed at the maid, spitting out the most dramatic line she could think of. "I’ll blacklist you!"

The maid snorted. "Do it. I can always work as a cleaner. I don’t need this."

Tanya opened her mouth, but no words came out.

At that moment, an authoritative voice echoed from the staircase. "You may leave. We won’t press charges."

Both women turned.

Tanya’s father walked down with an expression as if he owned the entire world.

The maid rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. She knew splashing water was technically an offense, even if Tanya deserved it.

As she walked past him, the maid muttered under her breath, "Father and daughter... both living in their own delusion."

Tanya’s eye twitched in rage.

Her father sighed heavily. "Tanya, stop this behavior. If you continue acting spoiled, things will backfire badly."

Tanya clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms. Fury filled her eyes.

"So what do you want me to do? Just stand there and let maids mistreat me?"

Her father stared at her with clear disappointment. "I expected better from you. But you still refuse to use your brain."

His words were sharper than any slap.

Tanya inhaled deeply, trembling with fury and humiliation. Her pride had taken hit after hit today, first Adeline, then that useless actor she had hired, then the crowd, and now even a maid... and her father.

’This day is cursed,’ she thought bitterly.

Her irritation boiled unbearably, making her chest tighten.

But then a cold, vicious idea slithered into her mind, an effective way to deal with that insolent maid.

All she had to do was destroy the maid’s reputation.

’If I just spread the news that she has a history of offending her employers or stealing, no one will hire her again. She’ll come crawling back and apologize. And if her son gets kicked out of his school... she’ll break completely.’

A slow, satisfied smile curled on Tanya’s lips.

She looked at her father sweetly. "I understand exactly what I need to do."

She pulled out her phone with newfound confidence and was about to dial the school’s principal when her fingers froze mid-air. A frown crept onto her face.

’I... don’t even know her son’s name. Does she even have a son? Did I imagine that?’

Before she could gather her thoughts, her father’s furious voice cracked through the air. He strode forward, placed his palm heavily on her forehead, almost like pressing down her temper, and growled,

"What are you thinking about? I asked what happened at the meeting, and you’re still plotting petty revenge on a maid?"

Tanya sighed dramatically, letting herself appear smaller and pitiful. "The meeting went bad..."

She explained everything, the coffee incident, Adeline’s retaliation, the humiliation in public, the comments, all of it poured out of her in a bitter stream.

Her father listened with a contemplative expression, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the railing.

When she finally finished, he spoke calmly, "This Adeline... she is difficult to handle. If she is the problem, don’t attack her directly."

Tanya blinked, confused. "Then who should we attack?"

"Alex," he said bluntly. "Make Adeline fall out of favor. Paint her in a negative light. If Alex doubts her, she becomes vulnerable."

A slow gleam spread across Tanya’s eyes.

She finally understood.