Rebirth Of The Forgotten Heiress - Chapter 80: Chapter 80

As Quinlyn's gaze traveled over to Yasin, she noticed his attire—a pure black, perfectly tailored shirt. His hair was styled back, exposing his smooth forehead, making him appear more intimidating.
He had that cold and fierce look that drew people in despite its harshness. But that wasn't the main point.
The key point is that the title above his head has now changed to "villain."
Furthermore, the level of his villainy afforded him a greater presence than a mere nobody, upgrading even the borders around his title to dark, luxurious frames—a clear signal he was extraordinary and of high status.
Across all literary and film genres, villains inevitably suffer tragic fates. The main difference between merely being nobody and a villain is duration—one dies almost instantly while the other suffers but eventually dies, often in the most agonizing ways.
At that moment, Quinlyn remembered the Narrator's words. Yasin's death would be even more miserable than her own.
She mused, 'Alright, as nobody his death wouldn't be as dramatic as mine. But he's been upgraded now; he's a villain. Becoming the boss isn't far off.'
Yasin leaned lazily against the wall, his posture relaxed and indifferent. His gaze locked onto Quinlyn, who wore a pale purple dress—understated yet not drab.
Her delicate eyes were ablaze with anger, her very breath seemed to smolder.
He thought, 'Wow, she's really angry.'
In a few strides, Quinlyn stood in front of him. Today she wore high heels, making her nearly as tall as Yasin.
The next moment, Yasin straightened up, immediately creating a height difference between them again.
Quinlyn gritted her teeth. "Care to explain what's going on with you? What did you do?" she asked in a hushed tone to avoid drawing attention from the people around them.
Yasin thought for a few seconds before responding, "I don't know, but it looks pretty cool, right? I've been watching a lot of novels and movies lately, and the villains are always the coolest. It fits me perfectly."
Quinlyn was speechless, thinking, 'In just a few days, his shamelessness skyrocketed.'
Seeing Quinlyn's look that said "You better come clean," Yasin finally explained.
Quinlyn then learned that after he bullied Yalena the other day, he went home only to find his label had changed. Clearly, he had quite the talent for connecting dots.
Given that bullying Yalena made him a villain, it was evident what Yalena's role was. And by opposing Yalena, Quinlyn's own role was equally clear.
Yasin seemed in good spirits, happy to have resolved some issues by simply taking action against Yalena.
Quinlyn sighed and listened to his rational explanation with another sigh. She thought, 'Fine, he figured it out. It's not a big deal.'
She warned him, "Starting today, avoid causing trouble for Yalena. You never know how powerful the protagonist's aura can be. If you end up getting yourself killed, I won't be able to save you."
Yasin immediately retorted, "Then why are you still at the Guzman residence, playing your villain role so diligently?"
Quinlyn was momentarily speechless.
Not pressing further, Yasin stood confidently, one hand in his pocket. "Relax. Her? Me causing my own death?" He scoffed, clearly not considering Yalena a threat at all.
Quinlyn thought she needed to warn him about arrogance since many villains have met their end because of it.
Just then, Yalena arrived, wearing a warm-toned long dress with tassels that made her look dreamy and sweet. She extended her hand to hold onto Zachary's arm.
Zachary was dressed in a light-colored suit, and though it had been days since Quinlyn last saw him, he seemed thinner due to his health issues.
His face bore the marks of a man carrying heavy burdens. Clad as they were, they looked like they could walk down the aisle any moment.
Yasin immediately stepped up to fulfill his villain duties, walking towards the pair. In about a minute, he approached them, said something, and came back.
Quinlyn was utterly confused. When Yasin returned, she saw that the once perfectly matched couple—one with a gentle smile and the other charming and lively—now looked somber. One was frowning deeply, while the other's eyes glistened with tears, looking a mix of scared and wronged.
Yasin returned with a sneer, "Those two?"
Quinlyn asked, "I'm more interested in what you said."
He played with an unlit cigarette, looking over at the pair with a smirk that deepened as he saw the emotions he aimed for.
He said, "I asked Zachary if he had dealt with his grandfather's issue and how he felt about a hunger strike. Then I asked Yalena if her hand still hurt from last time. I mentioned that I was a bit too light-handed."
"You're really something," Quinlyn remarked, feeling that he had outdone even her.
Unlike her, who wouldn't provoke unless absolutely necessary or if it advanced her goals, Yasin was different.
Most people might offer some polite apology for past actions, saying they didn't realize their own strength. But Yasin directly said he had been too gentle, insinuating that if there were a next time, he'd show no mercy. No wonder Yalena was so frightened.
Yasin laughed nonchalantly. "This upgrade is finally getting interesting."
Quinlyn felt that this new role unlocked some obscure traits in him that she hadn't seen before.
Today was Rita's birthday bash, and Yasin had been invited.
Recently, Yasin had made quite the splash in Albion, but no one could get to the bottom of his history, making him all the more mysterious.
Yasin usually didn't attend such events, so his sudden arrival at the Simpson residence for Rita's birthday party puzzled Rita's father, George, who eagerly approached him. When he saw Quinlyn standing beside Yasin, he was slightly surprised and quickly gathered his thoughts.
George said, "Mr. James, it is such a shock and pleasure to have you here today."
Yasin, maintaining a polite demeanor, nodded slightly. "Just accompanying the young lady to experience the world. You go ahead and tend to your duties."
George understood immediately and didn't say much more, thinking, 'Yeah, right. It's more like you're here to show support.'
Everybody in this circle knew that Quinlyn wasn't favored by the Guzman family. A few days ago, Yalena participated in a competition and won a place.
His daughter mentioned it to him, and upon asking, he learned that the entire Guzman family attended Yalena's competition, excluding Quinlyn.
Moreover, the difference in their dresses was evident: one wore a custom-made dress, and the other wore a regular brand. Though Quinlyn's dress was a name-brand one, it paled in comparison to something specially tailored, and the gap between them was more than noticeable.