My Idle System

"This is when she's still unsure about her feelings. Then if she was sure, what would have happened?"

Christian couldn't help but mutter as he looked at the mirror.

Naturally, a handsome face appeared in it, with the owner being him.

But more than that, his attention was on his neck, where his sister had left a hickey.

In the end, he just smiled, shook his head, and shoved these thoughts aside.

He was now back in his room, after all, so it was time to start the real work. More importantly, it seemed his sister was also looking into things on her own, with Iris's help.

Of course, he had slightly restricted the scope of her search, as any request for information not already available would ultimately be handled by Iris. This was mostly for safety reasons, but there were also restrictions when it came to anything involving Eva.

Not bothered by this, he returned to his desk and finally got started.

Previously, he had been helping Iris hack into this place and that place, without even knowing exactly what they were, simply following her recommendations.

Now, it was different. He would make adjustments himself as he saw fit, steering things in the direction dictated by what he uncovered.

"Iris, did you find any evidence related to the incident with my parents?"

For Christian, who until now had only a theory built on instinct and assumptions, confirming these things was the first step.

[Yes, I have already secured an evidence.]

While Christian felt a pleasant surprise upon hearing Iris's confirmation, his expression still hardened. That meant he had now confirmed the culprit behind his parents' incident, after all.

However, he still needed to know what kind of evidence had been found, because nothing could move forward without that information. He was also curious. An evidence that had remained for ten years, what could it be?

"What kind of evidence is it?"

[It's a voice recording.]

'Again?'

Christian wondered to himself, but he couldn't help but voice his doubts aloud.

"And before you say it, it's from the assistant spy, right?"

[Yes.]

As he wondered how this assistant had managed to remain undetected all this time, he asked again,

"And why hasn't it been found until now, if it's the same assistant?"

[because it was under a different account, a one, you have just helped me get access to earlier.]

Hearing Iris's smooth reply, Christian decided not to bother with how the evidence was secured anymore. Instead, he focused on the voice recording that was ready to play on the screen. He clicked on it to start.

"Hic! Look at this beauty, man!"

"This is my pride and joy, my 'Midnight Mistress!' Ain't she a sight? Just look at that curve, like a fine ass on a summer day!"

Hearing the intoxicated voice, and more so the content of the first few sentences, Christian couldn't help but blink his eyes, then checked to make sure he was really playing the right file.

After confirming it was the correct one, he finally decided to continue listening.

"You see this? This here is power, my friend, pure, unfiltered, American muscle!"

Step, step.

"When I rev this baby up, it's like she's growling, begging to be unleashed!"

Messaging his temples, as he was really questioning what he was hearing, Christian still continued listening, already having confirmed the identity of the voice's owner.

"It's really amazing, as the Director said."

Suddenly, hearing another flattering voice aside from Damian's, Christian really questioned where this voice recording was going.

Fortunately, after a few more minutes, he finally understood, it was about cars. Damian was bragging about his collection, and the language he used was just part of his vulgar nature.

"You see this car, it's…"

As Christian started feeling bored with nothing but Damian's crass bragging, suddenly, something that could be what he was waiting for happened.

"Then, Director, what about this damaged car?"

"It's clearly different from all the others, after all."

Christian couldn't help but perk up his ears, as really, now, thinking about it, there was no evidence remaining aside from the car.

So, could it be the same car he was talking about?

With that thought, he continued listening.

"Oh, this one."

"It's to commemorate my first murder that I'm keeping it."

While, Christian clenched his hands at the shocking statement, murder, said so calmly, like it was nothing. His intense gaze remained fixed on the screen, as if by staring long enough, Damian Slate might just materialize out of it.

"It was about seven years ago, when some changes happened on father's side, and I, hic! Went to see that wench and my daughter, with those people whose pride seemed to reach the sky."

"I thought, finally, her luck was running out, only to end up feeling even more frustrated, as it turned out my daughter had some kind of talent I didn't know about."

"You don't know how irritated I was."

"I thought her worth would finally drop, but instead, it suddenly skyrocketed."

"With both her family and mine acting as her shield, despite Olivia being our daughter, not just hers!"

Hearing another shocking revelation, Christian felt his knuckles turn white. He had thought Damian was just some kind of stalker, or an admirer, if he were to beautify it, of Eva, but Olivia was his daughter?

As his mind buzzed with questions, he reminded himself that it wasn't the time to dwell on it. The voice recording still wasn't over, so he fought to keep his emotion in check and continued listening.

"In the end, after spending some time in Harrisburg, I was even forced to return alone from that remote place. So, after drinking my fill and giving up, I finally found them while driving."

"A middle-aged couple, their faces glowing with the warmth of shared affection, smiling innocently toward each other, walking hand in hand."

"Actually, you wouldn't understand because you didn't see them, but even from my seat in the car, their affection, their radiance, couldn't have been more obvious."

"Even in my forty-five years of life, I still hadn't seen a couple that could give off that kind of love vibe toward each other, after all."

"And when you see something that perfect, almost unnatural, you'd want to break it, right?"