Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 507: Tiffin

"Even without your background," he went on,

"I’m capable of leaving everything behind. Starting over. Living a quiet life with my wife, if that’s what it takes for you to be mine."

As those words settled between them, Peter leaned in slowly.

This time, Adriana didn’t step back.

She closed her eyes and let him kiss her, letting the warmth and certainty wash away the lingering fear.

’He didn’t leave... not for money, not for pressure.’

When he finally pulled back, Adriana wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"Thank you," she whispered. "If it weren’t for you, I’d still be facing your father’s oppression."

Peter fell silent for a moment. Then he said quietly, "It wasn’t me."

Adriana laughed softly, thinking he didn’t want her to feel indebted. "

I know," she teased gently. "You just happened to do it unintentinally, right?"

Peter pulled her slightly away, his expression turning serious. "I’m not joking."

Her smile faltered.

"The one who helped you," he continued, "is someone very close to you."

Confusion flickered across her face. Peter guided her to the dining table, poured her a glass of water, and began explaining everything.

When Adriana finally heard the truth... the hidden truth, she froze.

"That’s impossible," she said slowly. "I don’t have any personal connection with Miss Dawn. I’ve never even met her."

She paused, then added hesitantly,

"The only thing I know is that my twin brother and my half-brother were funded by her. Maybe... maybe she protected me out of respect for them?"

Peter laughed lightly.

"Do you really think the twenty percent shares my father gave you were from his own generosity?"

Adriana shook her head. "I’m not naïve." Her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Even though his attitude changed, it wasn’t genuine admiration. He looked at me like a golden goose."

Peter nodded. "You’re right."

"He treated you that way because Miss Dawn secured those shares and had them placed under your name."

Adriana frowned deeply. "But why would Miss Dawn go that far to secure my future?"

Peter went quiet. After a brief pause, he said carefully, "I have a theory. I don’t know how accurate it is."

Adriana gestured for him to continue.

"I suspect Miss Dawn is connected to the Waters family in some way."

The room fell silent.

Far away from them, in a modest apartment, Lucas and Jules were having dinner when the doorbell rang.

Lucas stood calmly and checked the peephole. Seeing a woman from next door, he opened the door.

The woman smiled warmly. "I just moved in," she said cheerfully.

She held out a bunch of bananas. "These are a specialty from my hometown. A small welcome gift."

Lucas glanced at the bananas, then smiled politely. "Thank you." He accepted them. "Do you live alone?"

She nodded. "I had a child," she said lightly, waving her hand as if it were nothing. "But he passed away. I’m on my own now."

She smiled again. "I hope we get along in the coming months."

After a short exchange, Lucas closed the door and placed the bananas on the kitchen counter.

Jules looked up immediately. "What happened?" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Seeing her unguarded curiosity, Lucas decided it was time to teach her something important.

"You might not realize it," he said calmly, "but that woman was most likely hired by Nick."

Jules’s eyes widened in shock.

Lucas chuckled softly. "She said her son died, yet she’s dressed impeccably. Designer clothes, luxury accessories."

He gestured toward the bananas. "And these may look ordinary, but they smell faintly... off."

His eyes darkened slightly. "There’s a trace of drugs."

Hearing those words, Jules froze. A chill crept up her spine, and her fingers instinctively tightened around the edge of the table.

She had never imagined that something as ordinary as a friendly neighbor, or a basket of fruit, could hide such danger.

’I really let my guard down...’

Lucas continued calmly, his tone steady but sharp. "What’s even more ironic is that I recognized the drug because of Aurora."

Jules looked up at him, eyes wide.

"When she was knocked out back then, doctors prescribed all kinds of medication," he went on.

"I was terrified. I kept researching on my own, obsessively." His gaze darkened slightly. "To the point that I became familiar with anesthetics, knockout drugs, and their effects."

He pointed toward the kitchen.

"Those bananas weren’t ordinary. One of them was injected with a high dosage of drugs."

Jules sucked in a breath.

"The woman sprayed them with a masking agent," Lucas added.

"That’s why it was hard to smell." His lips curved into a cold smile.

"But I’ve been around those scents for almost three years. I noticed it immediately."

Jules clenched her fists. "We really dodged a bullet."

Lucas shook his head. "That’s not enough." His eyes turned thoughtful. "We can’t keep acting defenseless."

He glanced toward Jules, then an idea flashed across his mind.

Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and sent a short message to Aurora, who was still at the home.

Almost instantly, Aurora moved. Within minutes, she deployed a piece of software and installed it directly onto Nick and Maya’s phones.

Once finished, she transferred the access permissions to her brother.

Aurora smiled faintly to herself. ’He really is sharp.’

On the other end, Lucas received the access link and let out a low breath. ’She’s incredible.’

Jules, completely unaware of the silent coordination between the siblings, was still deep in thought, trying to process everything.

Lucas broke the silence.

"From now on, avoid going out alone." His voice was firm. "At least until we get married."

Jules nodded instinctively.

"Once we’re married," he added, "Nick won’t be able to act so freely anymore."

Far away from them, in a dimly lit apartment, Nick was waiting.

Maya lounged nearby, but it was Nick whose eyes were glued to the phone. The moment it rang, he picked up immediately.

"Did you deliver it?"

The woman on the other end laughed softly, her voice sweet and flattering. "Already done. There’s a high chance they’ll eat the fruit tonight."

Nick’s lips curled upward. "Good." His tone was cold. "Once they’re out, we can proceed."

Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Adeline was typing rapidly at her computer when a knock sounded against her desk.

She looked up and sighed. "What do you want now?"

Alex stood there smiling. "It’s lunchtime. You should eat."

Adeline blinked, then felt a faint warmth creep onto her cheeks. "Give me a minute."

She quickly saved her work and shut everything down. By the time she finished, lunch hour was almost over.

Just as she was about to suggest a restaurant, Alex’s phone rang.

Before he could react, Adeline picked it up. After listening briefly, her expression softened with apology. "Another meeting."

She handed the phone back and looked at him helplessly.

Alex stared at the screen, jaw tightening. For a moment, he genuinely wanted to throw the phone away.

’It always rings at the worst possible time.’

Adeline continued working, and Alex was pulled straight back into another exhausting meeting.

Quietly, without disturbing him, Adeline slipped out of the office.

Alex barely noticed, assuming she had gone to eat since she had mentioned being hungry earlier.

By the time the meeting finally ended, nearly an hour had passed.

His stomach growled softly. He picked up his phone, frowning slightly, ready to text Adeline when the office door opened.

Adeline walked in, carrying neatly packed food containers. The warm aroma drifted through the room instantly.

Alex looked up, surprised, then smiled.

"You’re back?" He gestured toward the table and immediately reached for the food.

She placed it down carefully. "This is lunch," she said calmly.

As he opened the lid, her voice continued, steady but restrained.

"Your mother cooked it. She asked me to keep it warm for a while and bring it over."

Alex’s smile froze. The room fell quiet.

He stared at the food for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he looked up at her.

"So... you haven’t cooked for me in the past one hour?"

Adeline stiffened. For a brief second, she was caught off guard, then she forced a small smile.

"I’ve been busy. I didn’t have much time."

Alex didn’t look convinced. He set the container down slowly and studied her face.

"Something’s wrong," he said firmly.

She hesitated, then shook her head lightly. "It’s nothing important."

But Alex wasn’t fooled. He could see it in her eyes.

In truth, during that past hour, Adeline had been in the kitchen cooking for him.

She had poured her effort into every dish, carefully adjusting the seasoning to his taste.

Just as she finished packing everything, Mary had arrived unexpectedly.

Mary had brought a tiffin of her own. Her smile was bright, almost nervous.

"I made this for him," she said softly. "I wanted to."

When Mary noticed the food in Adeline’s hands, her smile wavered. She looked at Adeline apologetically.

"I know you must’ve put your heart into that," she said gently. "But... could you let Alex eat mine first?"