The Villain Who Stole Hearts-Chapter 93: Veil’s Thoughtful Gift

"You won’t give me face? Can’t you learn from Veil? Why do I have to beg you to eat every time we have a meal?" Lisa snorted coldly.

She had only stepped away to grab a file, and Veil had already finished another bowl of soup—talk about efficiency!

A stark contrast to Daisy!

Daisy pouted, mumbling with a humph, "Of course Veil has an appetite. He used up so much energy..."

That one sentence made Lisa frown. "What do you mean by that?"

"Ah—well, you know... he’s a man. He’s more active, so he naturally burns more energy and eats more. I’m different. I don’t really do much all day. And my mom keeps forcing me to take in extra nutrition—drink more milk and stuff—so I don’t really eat much," Daisy said vaguely, trying to cover her earlier murmur with a clumsy excuse.

While Lisa wasn’t looking, Daisy quietly wiped the sweat from her forehead. She wasn’t sure if it was from fear—or exhaustion.

Ten minutes later, the three of them left together.

...

Inside the boardroom of Davenport Group’s central skyscraper—

Joseph suddenly shot to his feet and shouted at the man sitting across from him, "Fintan Wilson, what the hell is going on here?! Who gave you the authority to contact the other board members and call for a meeting? You think I have time for this kind of crap right now?!"

He had been drowning in work lately—managing equity dilution to raise funds and dealing with major issues at the company’s core. He barely had time to sleep.

And now this? A pointless board meeting? Was it mid-year review? Year-end summary?

Fintan leisurely took a sip of tea, calmly tightened the lid of his cup, and responded with suspicion in his voice, "Joseph Davenport—who the hell do you think you’re yelling at?

You think you can still call me by my name like before? What the hell do you take yourself for?

This meeting isn’t a conversation. It’s a formal announcement: you are being removed from your position as Chairman of the Board."

"I support Fintan’s motion. Joseph Davenport should be removed from his role as Chairman of Davenport Group’s board."

"I agree."

"Same here."

Several key board members raised their hands in succession, clearly standing with Fintan. Their expressions turned cold as they stared Joseph down.

"The mess this company is in is all because of your failure as Chairman! Otherwise, how could such a massive corporation fall into chaos?"

Joseph’s eyes widened, his chest heaving violently.

He couldn’t believe it. He had rushed here to preside over the meeting, only to be blindsided with a motion of impeachment?

His fury surged like a volcano on the brink of eruption.

"Dad, calm down. Take a breath!" Sierra rushed over, gently patting his back in concern. She then turned to the board members with a voice full of righteous indignation. "Nobody wanted things to get to this point. But my father has done everything in his power to fix the situation—he even diluted his own shares to raise funds without touching any of yours. And this is how you repay him?

Uncle Xander—you used to tell me Dad was your closest brother. Now you’re turning on him too?!"

Xander rolled his eyes.

Brother?

F*** that. What brother?

I raised a son for years who turned out not to be mine. My wife ended up hooking up with my own nephew.

And you want to talk about brotherhood?

Now, I only believe in money.

Fintan waved a hand dismissively. "Joseph, stop struggling. It’s over. I’ve already acquired every share you sold—except for one buyer who hasn’t shown up yet. I now control over fifty percent of the company’s shares. That gives me full authority to impeach you and strip you of your title."

Joseph collapsed into his chair. His eyes had been wide open for so long they’d dried out—tears were forming at the corners. He wiped them away and chuckled bitterly, staring at Fintan.

"You really fooled me. From the beginning of this company, you were always at my side. I suspected everyone—except you. And now you’re the one stabbing me in the back?"

Fintan let out a low chuckle. "Joseph, do you really think so highly of yourself? I contributed just as much to the founding of Davenport Group. And yet, I was left with less than twenty percent of the shares. Are you kidding me?

You even set aside ten percent for your daughter—clearly to protect your position. But guess what? You miscalculated. Even a fox like you fell into the trap."

He had harbored resentment for a long time. Joseph had always been the one in the spotlight while he worked silently behind the scenes, getting none of the recognition he deserved.

And more than that—he had once loved Sierra’s mother with all his heart. But Joseph, fully aware of his feelings, still stole her away.

That hatred had festered for years—and now, it exploded.

He wanted to see Joseph fall from the clouds—smashed to pieces.

He wanted him ruined, begging on his knees.

He wanted him to feel the cost of crossing him.

"The decision is final, Joseph. You hold no power on this board anymore. Your remaining shares entitle you to dividends—but no say in the company’s decisions."

Fintan wore a smug grin. He had the majority on his side now. He was untouchable.

Even if Joseph bought back his diluted shares, it would be too late.

And as for the ten percent held by Sierra?

That would depend on whether his son liked her or not. If he didn’t—he could still find a way to swallow her shares too.

"Now, members of the board—Joseph is officially removed. All that’s left is the formal announcement. As for the new Chairman, let’s vote together."

Fintan smiled broadly, as if he could already hear the applause of his imminent victory.

Xander laughed heartily. "Fintan, you’re a generous man. And since you said we should vote—well, I have no other candidate in mind."

Fintan gave a subtle nod, lips curled in satisfaction.

Xander paused dramatically, then spoke in a loud, clear voice, "I firmly believe there is no one more suited for Chairman than Mr. Veil!"

"What?!"

Fintan was stunned, turning to Xander with disbelief.

Where the hell did Veil come from?!

That name wasn’t in the plan!

He looked toward the rest of the board.

And to his shock, the others straightened their backs and declared with righteous vigor:

"Mr. Veil is young, talented, charismatic, and highly capable! Under his leadership, the Davenport Group will thrive like never before!"

"To be honest, I was going to vote for you, Fintan. But once I found out Veil was the one who acquired Joseph’s shares—I changed my mind. And frankly, I’m ashamed I didn’t think of him first."

"Same here."

"Me too!"

Fintan wasn’t the only one caught off guard—even Joseph, upon hearing Veil’s name, let out an uncontrollable fart.

Yeah.

It was a side effect from taking one-third of a cleansing pill earlier—one that hadn’t fully digested.

Combined with the rage Fintan had stirred in him earlier, his body had been holding back that gas for a while. Veil’s name had startled it right out of him.

Unexpected—but totally in character.

"Who’s praising me like that? I’m not even in the room yet and I’m already hearing compliments about how brilliant and capable I am?"

With a relaxed smile, Veil pushed open the door and walked in.

Behind him, Kai followed in a sleek black suit and sunglasses, looking like a Terminator bodyguard.

"You’re finally here, Master Lancaster! Late? No way—it’s these meeting organizers who don’t understand our schedules. Seriously, who the hell sets a meeting at 1 p.m.?!" Xander grumbled while rushing forward to pull out a chair.

But he was too late.

Three other board members had already rushed in ahead of him. Two had even made tea in advance when they couldn’t get the chair.

Ridiculous.

Veil took his seat and casually swept his gaze across the room.

It felt like a king surveying his court—or a VIP choosing dancers in a nightclub.

All those well-dressed board members suddenly looked down, too ashamed to meet his eyes.

Veil’s gaze finally landed on Joseph. A bit embarrassed, he said,

"Mr. Joseph, I’m really sorry. I didn’t expect things to turn out like this today.

Originally, I was just planning to sit back and enjoy the dividends after acquiring some shares in the group. But who would’ve thought that my sheer competence would end up being exposed like this?"

He chuckled lightly, then added with feigned helplessness,

"And just like that, I’ve been pushed into the position of chairman of the board.

It’s a little ridiculous, honestly. I mean, compared to most of you here, I own far fewer shares."

Joseph gave a bitter smile and sighed.

At this point, he was simply a loser—he had no right to speak.

On the other hand, Fintan was completely stunned by the unfolding scene. He couldn’t help but protest,

"Young Master Lancaster, don’t you think this is going too far? There’s no need to use your status to pressure everyone, is there?"

Was it foolish to oppose Veil?

Absolutely.

But if anyone were in Fintan’s shoes, they probably wouldn’t be able to stay calm either.

After all, he’d spent over a decade plotting, sacrificing who knows how much behind the scenes, persuading board member after board member to support him.

And just like that, all his plans had been disrupted—by Veil’s unexpected arrival.

Who wouldn’t lose their cool?

Veil’s expression darkened.

"Fintan Wilson, do you even realize what you’re saying? Pressure? That’s a bold accusation. You’re accusing me of using my background to pressure people without a shred of evidence?"

Ridiculous.

Did he look like the type to use his identity or background to oppress others?

Among all the board members present, had anyone ever been ’oppressed’ by him?

What a joke.

If anything, what he did was threaten them—at most.

These old foxes were all full of filth. If he simply asked Kai to look into them, they’d dig up enough dirt to get every last one of them executed.

Did he even need to apply pressure?

"Young Master Lancaster, I spoke out of turn. Please forgive me," Fintan said, taking a deep breath, realizing his tone had crossed a line.

Even if he had never met Veil before, he’d heard plenty of rumors.

Since Veil arrived in Veyport City, he’d gone from an unknown name to someone whose reputation spread like wildfire through a few high-profile banquets.

Who would dare truly offend this young master?

Veil waved it off casually.

"It’s fine. No blame if you didn’t know. I’m not that petty. If you’ve got some anger to let out, I can understand. Let’s just move past it, alright? We’ll all be friends from now on."

A faint smile played at his lips.

"I have a friend I’d like to introduce you to."

He turned his gaze to Kai, who then dialed a number and spoke a few words over the phone.

Soon after, Harvey arrived, dressed in a sharp black uniform, her strikingly beautiful face stern with anger.

Whether it was from being summoned so casually by Veil or because of Fintan’s underhandedness, it was hard to tell.

"Mr. Fintan," Harvey began coldly, "a recent investigation found that you’re closely linked to a drug smuggling case. You’ll need to come with us. If the charges hold, you’re looking at over 20 years in prison due to the magnitude of the operation."

Fintan’s lips twitched as he turned to Veil.

Friend?

So this was the friend he was talking about?

Noticing the look in his eyes, Veil immediately played along and waved to Harvey.

"We’re all friends here, no need to be so formal. I’ve already sent the evidence to your computer. Just go ahead and cuff him."

Click.

The silver bracelet snapped around Fintan’s wrists.

As the one who had recommended him, Veil was personally sending him off to a three-meals-a-day, stress-free life.

Harvey came fast and left even faster.

Fintan, who held over ten percent of the company’s shares, was unlikely to ever step foot inside Davenport Group’s headquarters again.

Veil let out a sigh as he watched Fintan’s figure disappear.

"Young Master Lancaster, what are you sighing about?" someone asked nervously.

Every board member who had previously received Veil’s ’evidence packages’ felt a chill run down their spines at that sigh.

"It has nothing to do with you," Veil replied, waving a hand.

"I don’t really know any of you."

That was enough of a scare—he didn’t want anyone pissing their pants in the meeting room.

He was just... a little sentimental.

Was he being too righteous lately?

Maybe he was showing too much kindness to the other rich heirs of Veyport?

Dominic’s father spent his life in darkness, so Veil generously sent him to a place full of light and moral reform.

Jayz had been kept in the dark about his true heritage for twenty years, so Veil personally made sure he discovered the truth about his biological father.

And what about the other guy?

After learning that his girlfriend worked at a high-end venue, Veil even spent a fortune to support the place and bring friends along.

Was this the behavior of a villain?

Veil couldn’t help but feel that, at this moment, he had never looked more radiant and heroic.