Surviving In This Filthy World As A Novel Villain - Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Decision
Because everyone knew, Alex rarely lost his temper, but when he did, the consequences were catastrophic. For a brief, fleeting moment, Logan completely forgot how to breathe.

He had been so lost in his own delusions that he hadn’t even considered the possibility of being publicly humiliated, At his own family’s funeral.

Yet here he was. His face burned, his ears buzzed, and his mind scrambled for a response. But there was nothing. He had no retort. No excuse.

Because the truth was simple, Alex wasn’t someone he could afford to offend. The guests, who had been struggling to keep a straight face, could barely contain their amusement.

Eyes darted between Logan and Alex, their expressions a mix of schadenfreude and mockery.

Some even turned away, pretending to check their phones, lest Logan saw the laughter threatening to spill from their lips.

To them, Logan now looked like nothing more than a pathetic clown, a man who had overestimated his worth and was now paying the price.

And he knew it. A heavy, choking rage swelled in Logan’s chest. For years, he had worked his way up the business world, climbing ranks with ruthlessness and cunning.

No one had ever made him feel this kind of humiliation before. And yet, Could he do anything about it? Absolutely not. Because Logan was not an idiot. There used to be another major families in the City.

And the missing one? The Winters Family family. Once far more powerful than the Kleinberg Family, yet, completely erased.

And the reason? Alex. Logan clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He had just taken over Kleinberg Industries. His seat wasn’t even warm yet.

If he dared to retaliate, if he even so much as thought about fighting back, He knew exactly what would happen. His entire family would be next. With no hesitation. With no mercy.

And so, he swallowed his anger, forced a strained smile, and did the only thing he could do. Nothing. “You are absolutely right. I am nothing. Less than nothing.”

Logan forced a smile, his expression groveling as he tried to salvage what little dignity he had left. His back was drenched in cold sweat, but he didn’t dare show even a hint of displeasure. Sera watched this pathetic display unfold, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she felt truly satisfied.

Although she wasn’t particularly fond of Alex, her hatred for Logan far outweighed any distaste she had for the arrogant Alex.

Seeing Logan suffer, humiliated, and unable to fight back, it was glorious. So this… This was the power that status and influence could bring? She could get used to this. And it was… Beautiful.

….

Despite everything, Alex truly had only come for the food.

Once he sat down, he never moved seats. He waited patiently until the dishes were served, ignoring all the hushed whispers and glances directed his way.

Because as far as he was concerned, As long as the deceased wasn’t his own family, a funeral banquet was still a feast.

After finishing his meal, Alex set down his chopsticks and picked up a napkin, casually dabbing his mouth.

Then, in a tone so light and indifferent, yet carrying a weight that sent chills down the spine, he spoke,

“Three days have passed. Have you made your decision?” The moment the words left his lips, a heavy silence blanketed their table.

Sera, who had been bracing for this question, lowered her gaze, her emotions hidden beneath a calm facade.

“I will give you an answer that satisfies you.” Although the funeral banquet was bustling with noise, Logan and the rest of the Kleinberg Family, seated at the next table over, immediately stopped eating.

Their ears pricked up, and their chopsticks froze mid-air as they focused entirely on the cryptic conversation between Serra and Alex.

They had been desperately trying to piece together the nature of their relationship.

And now, hearing this, Could it be? Was Sera finally submitting to Alex? Was this it? Would they leave together right after the funeral? Would they consummate their relationship tonight?

The Kleinberg Family’s minds raced, already imagining a glorious future where their status soared thanks to Serra’s connection with Alex.

They could already see it, The Kleinberg Family, rising above all others, secured their place as the number one family in the city. They could barely contain their excitement.

Of course, Alex had noticed their eavesdropping.

And that was exactly what he wanted.

With an almost lazy air, he picked up his glass of plain water, took a sip, and then, without so much as a pause, casually dropped a bombshell.

“If you’ve made up your mind, you can come with me now.” His voice was unhurried, but it rang out clear and sharp over the chatter of the banquet hall.

And then, in an even louder tone, he added, “Everything you’ve ever wanted to do but couldn’t, I’ll make it happen for you.”

Then, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, he continued, “As for Logan and his entire family… however you want to deal with them, it’s up to you.”

In an instant, the entire banquet hall fell into a deathly silence.

The Kleinberg Family, who had been eagerly awaiting a joyous announcement, suddenly froze in place.

Every single one of them, Logan included, went stiff, their expressions locked in place like broken dolls.

Wait. What… what did he just say? Did they hear that correctly? Did Alex just offer to let Sera destroy them?

The Kleinberg Family’s minds went blank, unable to process what was happening. Just moments ago, they had been fantasizing about power and prestige,

And now, in the span of a few sentences, their entire world had flipped upside down.

Alex sat there, still calmly sipping his water, as if he had just made the most casual remark in the world.

The Kleinberg Family couldn’t even breathe.

The guests gathered around the banquet wore different expressions, their thoughts already stirring with speculation. However, none of them made any rash decisions. Instead, they pricked up their ears, quietly waiting for the situation to unfold further.