The Villainess With A Heroine Harem

Chapter 561: The Unexpectedly 'Dashing'

Looking at her adorable little villainess quickly turn into the ugly boss, clothes and all, the raven-haired girl deeply regretted coming out of her isolation.     

Cynthia took it as a sign that she'd seen enough of the outer world today, and her cozy home in Emilia's soul was calling her for a nice, long nap now.     

"I-I'll go back and rest, g-good luck with your plans!"     

Had Emilia not been so disgusted herself, she would definitely have put it on her agenda to beat Cynthia up later for her 'offense', but as it was, she really couldn't blame her partner.     

After all, unlike gangster bosses in certain dramas, Andrew was about as pleasing to the eye as a dirty puddle on the footpath.     

It wasn't like she needed to copy him perfectly, but since her disguise had to be at least good enough to fool the man's subordinates, the face and stature could definitely not be missed.     

Fortunately, she'd already stored the 'mascot' form in one of her ability's stacks, and as soon as she was 'done' here, she could get rid of this hideous form.     

"Let's get this over with, then."     

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The panicking goons outside flocked to the disguised Emilia as if they had caught a life-saving straw the moment she came out of the office, but she simply waved them off impatiently. "Get back, I'll handle these fuckers!"     

Assuming that the two unconscious men with their butts facing the sky were also Andrew's goons, Emilia could now tell that the Nightingale clan had definitely not come here to have a nice, friendly chat.     

Normally, this would be a good thing, considering that this was a den of scumbags. But since they'd crashed Emilia's party and even forced her to change into such an ugly form, the crimson-haired girl found that her stock of 'understanding' had unfortunately run out.     

The five men and three women from the Nightingale clan clearly didn't take Andrew seriously, and the lady she assumed must be their 'leader' stepped forward with a condescending smirk. "Are you the rat king of this sewer? Since you've been 'in business' here for over three years, I'm assuming you know the purpose of our visit—"     

Had the circumstances been different, maybe Emilia would have found her a little cute. After all, with her shoulder-length gray hair and spectacles, the only thing ruining her 'Noelle' vibe was the lady's haughty personality.     

Feeling increasingly irate every passing moment, Emilia interrupted the woman with a snort. "Let's go talk in the office."     

Not to mention the arrogant people from the Nightingale clan, even the goons hiding behind 'Andrew' were stunned.     

Did their boss have bear gallbladder for breakfast today?     

The lady from the Nightingale clan sneered as she just motioned 'Andrew' to lead, and the rest of her clan mates only looked at each other knowingly before following.     

This wasn't the first time a 'boss' like this rushed to a more private area before they lost their dignity in front of their subordinates. After all, if they were to be humiliated in front of those they were supposed to control, would they still have the influence in the future to continue?     

Since they weren't here to really dismantle the gang, it was 'understood' that as long as these local rats showed proper attitudes through their actions in due time, this kind of behavior could still be ignored.     

The usually fierce gang members who had previously been scared to the point of almost pissing their pants were shocked to see their boss so easily control the situation, and they couldn't help but admire him a little more in their hearts.     

"W-Was our boss always so handsome and dashing…?"     

"How come I never realized it before either?!"     

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Emilia really didn't expect the people from the Nightingale clan to interrupt her today. Even when the goon who reported it to Andrew mentioned it, she still hoped it would be someone else.         

Her hopes were dashed the moment she saw them with her own eyes, but the crimson-haired girl soon realized that perhaps it wasn't so bad, after all.     

Contrary to what that panicked goon reported, the team from the Nightingale clan actually only had eight people, which made it much easier for Emilia to 'clean things up' without too much fuss, and also gave her the chance to turn things further in her favor.     

As soon as all eight people from the Nightingale clan had filed into the 'office', Emilia closed the door with a bang, and turned to them with a grim smile. "Now then, can any of you please enlighten me about why you are here?"     

The leader of the team from the Nightingale clan clearly didn't take the ominous expression on "Andrew's" face to heart.     

Even if a rabbit in the tiger's paw could dream of struggling, could it really cause any waves in the end?     

Since the clan leader had trusted her to make sure that all the smaller gangs sent out 'tribute' every month from now, how could she ever disappoint him?     

Hers might be one of the smallest teams being sent out, and this might be a small port town of little significance, but so what?     

Her parents had named her 'Hope', and she felt like it may not be long before she could prove that decision right.     

As a child of the most remote branch of the family, this was her chance to shine!     

Not only would she make these scumbags cough up a good chunk of whatever they extorted out of people, she would also use the chance to teach them a lesson while at it!     

Unfortunately, before Hope could make 'Andrew' cough anything up, she realized that something large was flying in her direction at a terrifying speed. "FUCK—!"     

Her instinctive kick sent the poor teammate who had already fainted from the unexpectedly destructive kick from 'Andrew' frothing at the mouth as his 'flight' changed direction towards the sofa.     

Emilia didn't care if the sofa broke, but how could she not be furious when she saw that the clothes she had put aside before were now on the ground?     

"How dare you dirty my dress?!"     

Hope, who was still trying to comprehend how a local goon could be strong enough to send one of her clan mates flying before any of them realized it, had her brain directly turned into mush as she stared at the pretty little blue sundress on the ground, and imagined it on the 'ugly' man in front of her.     

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