Villain's POV: A Monster's Odyssey-Chapter 21: Ah? I changed my mind

Giving a glance at his watch, he placed his elbows on the table and interlocked his fingers, gazing at Yuuta expressionlessly.

In response, Yuuta clapped his hands twice, where a woman with violet hair and eyes with a mole under her eyes walked in with a tablet in her hands. With each step she took, her revealed cleavage bounced, walking in and displaying her expensive professional outfit.

Seeing her seducing appearance. Mr. Gracia gulped and entertained the thought of buying her from Yuuta, but shook his head momentarily regaining his sense of reason.

In feigned anger, he raised an eyebrow at the woman that had entered, secretly harboring lustful desires about her.

"And who could this vixen possibly be?"

Ignoring the man speaking, the woman with the sharp eyes bowed to Yuuta and then walked until she reached besides his chair.

Tucking her dark violet hair that was made in a waterfall braid behind her ears, she slowly sat to her knees and to everyone's shock, kowtowed on the floor, giving an amazing view of her large protruding buttocks.

"To my master, and liege, Violetta announces her presence"

Mr. Gracia immediately stood up in anger as he pointed an accusing finger at Yuuta, spitting saliva.

"What is the meaning of this?! Why did you bring a prostitute with you?"

Even Ekidna furrowed her brows at the woman who kowtowed towards Yuuta and looked at his questioningly.

Only Dietrich looked amused at the sight he was so used to.

Without raising her head, the woman asked Yuuta a question with a hiss as her body trembled in unspoken rage.

"My liege, do you allow me to raise my head and speak?"

Yuuta merely rubbed the sole of shoe in response on her head before removing it. The woman raised her head slowly and looked at Mr. Garcia with bloodlust.

"How dare you slander master using this lowly one's na-"

"Violetta enough. Stand up and explain why the bastard is late"

Without giving as much as a glance, Yuuta ordered.

Without a second word, the woman named Violetta stood up without arguing and took the tablet that she had placed on the floor when she kowtowed.

"Master-, my liege, it seems that Vladimir will be arriving in ten minutes. It seemed the target was more troublesome than we had anticipated."

Yuuta clicked his tongue. "Ten minutes can end a life."

A pause.

At her words, Yuuta nodded in indifference before signaling her to approach.

"Target? What target?"

Mr. Gracia narrowed his eyes at the unfamiliar term that came up. Supposedly, they were waiting for the contract that Yuuta had wrote to arrive. What was this about a target?

Ignoring him, Violetta approached Yuuta and smirked at Mr. Gracia in mock and contempt.

Mr. Garcia expression darkened, as he was always a man of a short temper. He wanted to rebuke the girl and beat eh hell out of her, but for the sake of maintaining his image, he gritted his teeth and endured it.

'Just you wait you bitch of a whote, there will be hell for you !!'

"Hehehe~"

Violetta stood besides Yuuta as an angry and two curious gazes lingered on what Yuuta was going to do in the meantime.

He patted her head twice in response to her squealing like a 5 year old who stumbled upon a refrigerated, cold, and legendary ice cream.

A few moments later he withdraw his hands.

"I have rewarded you, I suppose. You are dismissed"

With a blush adorning her face, Violetta once more bowed to Yuuta before she walked out of the room in a professional manner.

Yuuta looked back to the room that had gone silent. Santiago and the other guy were still sleeping, while Mr. Gracia had an expression in his face that screamed 'Still loading....'

Dietrich's brain process was faster than Mr. Garcia like the difference between a up-to-date CPU and shiny rock, and only scratched his head awkwardly. At this point, he wouldn't be shocked if Yuuta wanted to fly to the sun using a cardboard wing.

Ekidna who could not understand why the woman exactly as overjoyed at the head pat, slowly patted her head wondering if there was something she was missing.

However, just as she decided to tease Yuuta for it...

Ding!

The buzz of a message on his phone.

A photo. A live one of a girl, sitting in the back of a car, duct tape still fresh. A timestamp.

Yuuta's eyes lit up with an excited expression. He gave a quick glance towards Mr. Garcia that spoke volumes before he looked toward the door, anticipation sharpening his features like a blade.

Mr. Garcia, who saw the weird look that was given to him specifically shifted in his chair in discomfort as a dark and unsettling feeling slowly settled in his heart.

'Why did he look at me like that?'

"Ah. He's arrived."

Click!

A few moments later, the door was slowly opened as a large and buff blond man entered.

Vladimir entered moments later, with his expression unreadable.

He pushed a high school girl forward gently, or at least gently for him, making her stumble across the room.

Yuuta didn't get up. Didn't even blink. He studied her like a puzzle he already knew the answer to.

"Does she have a name?" he asked.

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Vladimir shrugged in indifference. "Didn't ask. Thought it'd be cleaner that way."

Yuuta smiled faintly. "You've learned."

Dietrich and Ekidna has curious looks on their faces as they studied the girl in front of them. The girl was sobbing with the ruined makeup running down her face. Her school clothing was torn here and there and her hair was messed up.

"Who is she, Mr. Olympia?"

Ekidna curuiously observed the girl on the outside, but on the inside her eyes scanned the room for the potential purpose of bringing the girl here and calculating profit. Well, Dietrich was no different.

Her eyes stopped at the expression of a horrified man in the room and she smirked inwardly.

'Jackpot'

"A guest" Yuuta replied with his gaze lingering on the eyes of the unfocused Mr. Gracia.

With a trembling voice filled with rage, Mr. Gracia looked towards Yuuta as he pulled a handgun and pointed it to Yuuta's head across the table.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO, YOU DEGENERATE?, WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY DAUGHTER ?!"

He screamed as saliva flew out of his mouth, and Yuuta wiped his face in disgust. Even the others around the table recoiled in sheer loathing, wondering how a man's temper can change a 360 degrees in a mere moment.

Yuuta held up a finger, silencing him.

"She's here" he said, gesturing lazily. "And unharmed. For now. Who knew Mr. Gracia would have a soft spot for his daughter?"

Vladimir who could relate to the man's pain turned his head in response to the glare, and closed his eyes bitterly.

The girl turned her head at the familiar voice, muffled sobs erupting behind the tape. Mr. Gracia eyes locked onto her, blood draining from his face.

"You son of a bitch!" he shouted.

"Now, now, were civilized ladies and gentlemen. You can't used such barbaric words, now, can you?"

Yuuta clicked his tongue while waving his index finger as if he was warning a little child from eating biscuits without permission.

Mr. Gracia swallowed at the swears he wanted to spout at the moment and merely glared at Yuuta. If looks could kills, Yuuta would not have died a thousand times; nay, he would have died a million.

Yuuta tilted his head, feigning confusion. "What's the issue?"

"You said we'd talk! You said we'd finalize the deal tonight!"

"I did. And we are."

Yuuta stood up now, finally. His movements fluid, deliberate, like a snake uncoiling.

"But your attitude... has been problematic. So I've adjusted the parameters."

The contractor's fists clenched, jaw tight.

"What do you want?"

Yuuta's eyes glittered, cold and calm.

"I want-"