The Villain Only Wants to Survive, But Heroine refuses toFollow Script

John understood one thing clearly: a bold person is bound to act boldly.

This person, though yet unseen, carried a knock that demanded attention.

If anyone came claiming to have inside information worth billions, no one would dismiss them outright. Even if it seemed likely they were a fraud, verifying their claims would be necessary to finish dinner in peace.

John chuckled. "What confidence! Looks like we've got a big shot here today. Edward, shall we meet this guest?"

Edward thought to himself:

[ [ Oh, stop pretending. You may act high and mighty now, but once this guy starts pulling his strings, you'll hand over your daughter and your entire family business on a silver platter. ] ]

[ [ So, Davis is finally making his move. Exciting! Looks like the story is back on track. ] ]

[ [ From today on, your daughter will handle his private matters, and you'll bow down to him like a loyal subject. Windsor family? Consider it over. Davis's northern power grab begins with you. ] ]

Victoria noticed Edward deep in thought and felt a surge of anger.

[ What nonsense is this man imagining now?! Why would I degrade myself to follow some ex-bodyguard?

My father's a legend, seasoned in dealing with big shots. And this Davis? You think he'll have us eating out of his hands? ]

Victoria's fighting spirit ignited.

Fine, let's see how impressive he truly is. Why are you so intimidated by him?

While Edward and Victoria were caught in their own musings, Edward said, "Hmm, judging by his name alone, he seems worth meeting. However, since you're expecting a distinguished guest, I'll take my leave. Which way is the back door?"

"Hold on!" John stopped him. "You're our guest of honor! Who does he think he is? Likely just another con artist. Let's check him out first."

Inside, the atmosphere simmered with anticipation. Outside, a different game was unfolding.

Davis, now clean and dressed in a fresh outfit, stood at the entrance to the Windsor family estate.

In the shadows, Sarah bowed respectfully. "Master, everything has been arranged."

"Good," Davis replied, his expression stern.

He couldn't help but think of Sophia's naivety—choosing Edward, of all people, to align with.

Such ignorance. She thinks wealth equates to security. What a narrow perspective.

But Sophia wasn't his focus. His priorities were Victoria, Elizabeth, and Catherine.

Elizabeth posed a challenge, and Catherine's groundwork wasn't ready yet. But the Windsor family? They were ripe for the taking, their financial troubles opening the perfect door for his ascendancy.

"Sarah, pay close attention. Watch carefully—this is my first step toward consolidating power in Snow City. The Windsor family will be mine."

"Understood, Master. I will observe closely and learn from your example."

Davis nodded approvingly. Sarah, though slow-witted in his eyes, was a hidden genius with unparalleled inherited abilities. In time, she would rise to unmatched heights, all while witnessing his brilliance and grandeur.

"Today, I'm going to let her know why I'm the God of War, and why so many high-powered martial artists on the border surround themselves and bow down."

Moments later, a butler appeared, smiling politely. "Mr. Davis? The master of the house invites you in."

Entering the grand sitting room, Davis found John casually seated at the center, exuding an air of authority.

John, eyeing Davis indifferently, gestured toward a chair. "Mr. Davis, is it? Please, have a seat."

"Thank you," Davis replied, sitting gracefully and crossing his legs with composed elegance.

Though dressed modestly, Davis carried the aura of a true protagonist—an unshakable confidence, a commanding presence, and an air of nobility that even tattered clothing couldn't diminish.

John smirked. "So, young man, you claim to have insider information worth billions? I've encountered countless braggarts in my time, yet I still agreed to meet you. You have thirty seconds. Impress me, or I'll show you the door."

Davis laughed heartily. "Mr. Windsor, it seems you're unaware of how close the Windsor family is to ruin."

"Oh?" John raised an eyebrow. "Time's ticking, Mr. Davis. Spare me the theatrics."

Davis thought to himself: Keep acting tough. Let's see how long that lasts.

Smiling, Davis began, "As I understand it, the Windsor family's Chifeng Group was on the verge of bankruptcy a few years ago. Fortunately, Victoria Windsor stepped up with extraordinary skill, mitigating immense losses. Her brilliance saved the company and won your trust, leading to her complete takeover."

"Since then, Miss Windsor has performed admirably, stabilizing and even turning a profit in dire circumstances. With support from the Astor family's…devotion, Chifeng Group managed to claw its way back."

John, unimpressed, brushed off the fabric of his trousers. "Get to the point, Mr. Davis. Time is running out."

"Certainly," Davis continued. "Victoria, while talented and driven, has grown tired of your strict control. Desperate to prove herself, she's bet everything on a major project—a partnership with David. But that project? A trap. David will abscond with the entire 20 billion, leaving Windsor family destitute. Without that cash flow, your family's collapse is inevitable."

Davis checked his watch and smiled. "Precisely thirty seconds."

There it is! Davis thought smugly. He's stunned. Shocked to the core. Sweating bullets, no doubt. Without me, the Windsor family's demise is certain. They'll have no cash flow, no allies willing to save them. I'm their savior.

John rose from his seat, his face unreadable.

Davis also stood, his expression calm yet triumphant.

Here it comes, Davis thought. He's going to shake my hand, thank me profusely, and beg for my guidance. Soon, Victoria will be instructed to bring me into Chifeng Group, and together, we'll rebuild it into an empire.

But John turned away, tossing out a curt, "Show him out. Don't waste my time."

Davis was stunned.

What's with this old man? Did I not explain myself clearly, or did he just not understand?

Hey! Your 20 billion in cash is at risk, and you… don't even care? Shouldn't you at least thank me for bringing this to your attention?

The butler approached him. "Mr. Davis, this way, please."

Unwilling to back down, Davis said, "Mr. Windsor, do you not believe me? If you take a closer look at David's project, you'll see the flaws. There's a mole within Chifeng Group—someone on your auditing team is falsifying data to deceive you. If you ignore this, the Windsor family will face catastrophic consequences!"

Meanwhile, Edward, who had excused himself under the pretense of going to the restroom, was in the middle of making his escape.

He struggled to climb onto the estate wall, carefully balancing himself while silently cursing Davis.

Davis, you damn bastard! Why couldn't you come earlier or later? Why show up now, while I'm here? You can chase women all you want, but why involve her father?

Just as he was about to jump down, he noticed a girl in simple clothing standing at the base of the wall.

Startled, he thought, [ [ Oh crap, it's Sarah! ] ]

Hearing Edward mentally insult her master, Sarah was furious. She flicked a pebble with her finger, hitting Edward squarely in the back of the knee. He let out a yelp and fell back down the wall with a loud crash.

Sarah was annoyed but also puzzled.

That's strange. He didn't say anything out loud, but I felt like I could hear his thoughts. Am I hallucinating?

Inside, Davis's frustration had reached its peak.

I refuse to leave! I've delivered extremely valuable intel, yet instead of being thanked, I'm being shown the door? What kind of family is the Windsor family?!

John, noticing Davis's defiance, calmly responded, "No harm in telling you this—Edward already dealt with the matter. Yesterday, during the contract signing, my son-in-law gave David a good beating. The funds are still in our hands. Mr. Davis, you've underestimated the Windsor family. A mere David, even with an accomplice planted within our company, could never escape our vigilance."

Davis was dumbfounded.

It's already resolved?! Edward beat him up?!

All that effort to gather this intel, waiting for the perfect moment to make a grand entrance…

Edward, you son of a—! You stole my thunder!

Unwilling to admit defeat, Davis clenched his teeth.

Fine. No turning back now. If I can't win this step by step, I'll escalate the game.

"Oh? If that's the case, then let me ask—what's the purpose of holding onto that 20 billion in cash?"

"That's not something you need to worry about, Mr. Davis. Please leave."

"Wait!" Davis said. "I have another piece of intel to share!"

"Oh? You'd better tell me something I don't already know."

Davis smirked. "Daewoo Group is planning to build a massive amusement park in Snow City. The total investment exceeds 30 billion. Mr. Windsor, are you aware of this?"

For the first time, John truly looked at Davis.

Such commercial intelligence wasn't something an ordinary person could acquire.

But John remained composed. "And what of it?"

Davis replied, "They believe their plans are secret, but I've uncovered them. If we use the 20 billion to secure the land they need before they do, heh… when they start building the amusement park, they'll have no choice but to buy that land from us."

John was visibly shaken. This was indeed a golden opportunity!

"But," Davis continued, "we don't have much time. We must act quickly."

John immediately stepped forward, shaking Davis's hand. "Mr. Davis, my apologies for any offense earlier. Let's discuss this further in my study. Someone, prepare tea in the study!"

At that moment, a housekeeper rushed in. "Sir, there's an emergency! Mr Astor… he…"

"What happened to him?"

"He fell off the wall outside!"

Davis smirked coldly.

Edward, today is the day you and I face off in the Windsor family.