Villain Origin : Every Crime I Commit Helps Me Level Up-Chapter 12: A Clash Of Egos

Andre collapsed on his bed, staring at the ceiling, the weight of what he'd overheard pressing on his mind. 'His father. The maid. The ultimatum. The desperation in her voice. It didn't take a genius to know that something wasn't right.'

"Why would my father want her gone?" he mused, his fingers idly tapping against his stomach. The hush-hush tone, the warning about keeping things under wraps—it wasn't just about money. It felt bigger.

"Did it have to do with the argument my parents had?"

That night flashed in his mind—the frustration in his mother's voice, the rare, unshaken look in his father's eyes. He'd never thought too deeply about it before, but now? Now it felt like a missing piece of something much larger.

'Did she find something? Something that made her want to leave?'

That was the thought that unsettled him the most. Because if she had, and his father really was behind the old Andre's death...

'Well, that would explain why she's deciding to leave too.'

'But doesn't really make any sense tho!'.

Andre exhaled slowly, pushing those thoughts aside. Obsessing over it wouldn't change anything. The maid was still in the mansion—for now. He had about a week to figure this out before she vanished for good.

"I'll deal with it soon enough."

"Time to get some shuteye... I've got school tomorrow."

Shaking off the weight of his thoughts, he turned on his side, letting sleep take him.

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The next morning, Andre strolled into the lecture hall, moving with an ease that felt almost foreign compared to how he'd been just a week ago. Confidence came naturally now, and he noticed how people glanced his way—not just out of habit, but with genuine curiosity.

Andre sat casually leaning back in his chair as he scrolled through the course materials on his tablet. Around him, the class was alive with chatter—students catching up on the latest gossip, discussing assignments, and subtly eyeing the newcomers. Julian, seated next to him, was busy scrolling through his phone, likely looking up the new girl he had raved about the night before.

Just as the professor had yet to arrive, the sound of the lecture hall doors swinging open drew everyone's attention. Ethan strolled in, exuding his usual self-assured arrogance.

Ethan Hayes was the kind of guy who thrived on attention—tall, broad-shouldered, and meticulously styled, with a sharp jawline that made him look like he had walked straight out of a high-end fashion campaign. His deep blue hair was styled effortlessly, and his piercing gray eyes carried the kind of arrogance only someone born into privilege could wear so well. Dressed in a designer blazer over a fitted white shirt, he had the air of someone who believed the world revolved around him.

As he scanned the room, his gaze locked onto Andre. A slow, smug smirk curled on his lips as he made his way over, making sure his voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Well, well, if it isn't the great Andre," Ethan drawled, slipping into a seat nearby. "I almost didn't recognize you. Guess taking a week off for beauty treatments does wonders."

A few chuckles rippled through the class, but Andre remained unfazed. He glanced up from his tablet, lazily meeting Ethan's gaze before smirking.

"Yeah, I had to take a break," Andre said smoothly. "Figured I'd let the rest of you catch up while I was gone. Didn't work, though—I come back, and you're still as insufferable as ever."

The class erupted into laughter. Ethan's smirk faltered, his gray eyes darkening as his jaw clenched.

Julian clapped him on the back. "Oh, that was brutal."

Ethan, clearly pissed, scoffed. "Keep running that mouth, Andre. You might actually be entertaining if you weren't just—"

"That's enough, Ethan," the professor's voice cut in before he could finish, stepping into the room. "Unless you want to spend today's lesson in the dean's office."

Ethan clenched his jaw but said nothing, begrudgingly taking his seat.

Andre smirked to himself. Too easy.

As the class settled, another presence shifted the atmosphere.

The doors opened again, and the moment she walked in, the room seemed to pause.

She was breathtaking.

Long, silky black hair cascaded in perfect waves, framing a face of sharp elegance—high cheekbones, deep crimson lips, and dark, enigmatic eyes. She exuded effortless confidence, her form-fitting black top accentuating her curves with a deep V-neckline that balanced class and allure. A high-waisted skirt hugged her hips just right, flowing seamlessly with her every step, while sleek black heels added the final touch to her irresistible presence.

Andre wasn't the only one who noticed. The entire lecture hall seemed to hold its breath for a moment as she moved gracefully to an empty seat near the front, her presence commanding attention without needing to say a word.

Julian elbowed Andre. "Holy shit. That has to be her—the new girl I was telling you about. Sabrina Voss"

Even Gia, seated a few rows away, had her gaze locked onto the mystery girl, her lips pressed together in a thoughtful expression.

The Meeting and the Setup

The Sabrina gaze flickered across the room before locking with Andre's for the briefest second. Dark, enigmatic eyes met his, sending a quiet spark through the air. But just as quickly as their eyes met, she looked away, her expression unreadable.

Andre smirked, leaning back slightly. "Interesting."

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Class carried on as usual, but Ethan hadn't forgotten the humiliation from earlier. Every time someone chuckled under their breath or exchanged knowing glances, his jaw clenched tighter.

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Andre, on the other hand, remained completely unbothered. He went through the motions of class with his usual cool demeanor, barely giving Ethan another thought.

But Ethan wasn't the type to let things slide.

As Andre and Julian strolled through the campus courtyard after class, two towering figures suddenly blocked their path.

Massive. Broad-shouldered. The kind of guys built like human walls. One of them cracked his knuckles, while the other simply stood, arms crossed, eyes cold and unreadable.

"The boss wants to see you," one of them said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.

Andre arched a brow, completely unfazed. "The boss?"

His sharp, glowing purple eyes locked onto the thug's own. A flicker of hesitation crossed the man's face as he took an instinctive step back.

Julian immediately stepped forward, placing himself between them. "Andre's not going anywhere with you guys. Tell your boss that."

The two thugs quickly regained their composure.

"Move," one of them ordered.

Julian clenched his fists, fire in his eyes. "Make me."

Andre placed a hand on Julian's shoulder, his voice calm. "It's fine, dude. Let's not make a scene."

"Are you serious?!" Julian turned to him in disbelief. "Andre, you can't just follow these guys!"

Andre simply smirked, stepping past him. "I'll be right back." He waved casually before walking off with the thugs.

Julian stood frozen, frustration evident in his expression. "Damn it..."

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The alley was quiet—too quiet. A secluded spot behind campus buildings, away from prying eyes. Five more thugs were already waiting, leaning against the walls, gripping iron bars and wooden bats like they'd been itching for a fight.

In the center of it all stood Ethan.

Dressed in an expensive designers, his neatly styled deep blue hair and chiseled features gave him the look of a spoiled aristocrat playing tough. But his cold blue eyes burned with a barely restrained fury.

Ethan took a slow step forward, hands in his pockets, lips curling into a smirk.

"You've got some nerve, Andre." His voice was calm, but the malice beneath it was unmistakable.

"Embarrassing me in front of the entire class? Making me look like a joke?" His fingers twitched, curling into fists. "Do you have any idea who I am?"

Andre met his gaze, utterly unimpressed. "Yeah. Some rich kid who can't take a joke."

A muscle in Ethan's jaw twitched. "You think this is funny?" He gestured at the men surrounding them. "You're about to learn what happens when you cross me."

Andre chuckled, rolling his shoulders as he took in the situation. "This is cute, Ethan. You went through all this trouble just for me?"

His smirk widened, his glowing purple eyes flashing dangerously.

"You should've brought more people."