Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\% Rebate System-Chapter 562: Case

Everything changed.

Lily’s eyes lit up with excitement, her skepticism vanishing instantly. ’So she finally gave up on that stubborn act?’

Without hesitation, she replied and arranged a meeting.

......

Meanwhile... Elsewhere.

Louis and Olivier were moving forward on their own paths.

Olivier stood in front of a desk cluttered with files. Her eyes scanned the documents one by one, sharp and focused.

A new case. One she had taken on personally.

The cyber security department was stable... but it wasn’t enough.

’If I want real power... I need to step into the main division.’

And this case... Was her opportunity.

Her fingers tapped lightly against the table as a faint, determined smile formed on her lips. "Let’s see... if this is enough to prove myself."

The moment Olivia received the case file, a faint smell of old paper and ink rose from its pages as she flipped it open.

Her eyes scanned the details quickly at first but then slowed.

Her brows furrowed. ’What... is this case?’

"It’s about a woman," she murmured under her breath, her voice low in the quiet room.

"She died after running on a treadmill... for two hours."

She paused.

Her fingers tightened slightly around the file. "And that’s not even the strangest part."

According to the report, the woman had shown no signs of illness. No weakness. No visible distress.

Witnesses had stated that she ran as if nothing was wrong, calm, steady... almost willing.

Olivia leaned back in her chair, the leather creaking softly beneath her. ’No one runs themselves to death like that... not without a reason.’

Anyone with basic reasoning could see it.

Either she was being threatened... Or something far more unnatural was at play.

......

Once assigned to the case, Olivia didn’t waste time.

She immediately attempted to contact the deceased woman’s family.

But the moment she introduced herself... The calls were cut.

Messages left unanswered. And within hours, she realized she had been blocked on every possible platform.

Olivia stared at her phone screen, her jaw tightening. "...That’s suspicious."

’They’re hiding something.’

........

With no cooperation from the family, she headed straight to the gym.

She began her investigation. Step by step. Person by person.

And slowly, a clearer picture formed.

"The victim was perfectly healthy," Olivia muttered, reviewing the trainer’s statements again. "No medical history. No signs of fatigue."

Even in the footage... The woman didn’t look like someone forcing herself.

She looked... normal. Too normal.

Olivia’s eyes narrowed as she replayed the clip again.

’No one runs for two hours straight without even a hint of discomfort... unless...’

Her thoughts halted. ’Unless she didn’t have a choice.’

......

She moved to the CCTV recordings. Hours passed.

Her eyes burned slightly from staring at the screen, but she didn’t stop.

And then... she saw it. "...There."

Even though the woman was running with a calm expression hardly betraying her feelings, there was an earphone in her ears.

A pair of Bluetooth earphones.

Olivia leaned closer to the screen, her gaze sharpening. ’At first glance, it looks like she’s just listening to music... but no.’

Her instincts screamed otherwise. ’Someone was talking to her.’

.......

Without hesitation, Olivia retrieved the victim’s phone records. Call logs. Messages. Audio files.

Anything that could hint at communication. She went through everything.

Once. Twice. Three times. Nothing. No recordings. No suspicious calls. No trace of blackmail.

Olivia leaned back, frustration creeping into her chest. "This doesn’t make any sense..."

’There has to be something I’m missing.’

.......

Just as she was about to lose patience... The door creaked open.

Louis stepped in, holding a simple breakfast tray.

Olivia didn’t even look up properly, her voice cold. "I’m not in the mood to eat. Leave it there."

Louis raised a brow, then chuckled lightly as he set the tray down anyway. "What’s got you so irritated?"

Olivia shot him an annoyed glance. "If you’re here to chat, don’t. I don’t have time."

Louis leaned casually against the table, completely unfazed. "Or... you could tell me what’s going on. Who knows? I might actually help."

Olivia scoffed softly. "You? Help?"

Louis smirked. "Well, you won’t know unless you try."

A brief silence followed. Then... Olivia sighed, dragging the tray toward herself. "Fine. Listen."

Between bites of breakfast, she explained everything, the strange death, the gym footage, the missing evidence.

Louis listened carefully, his expression gradually turning thoughtful.

When she finished, he paused. Then looked at her.

"You’re investigating in the wrong direction."

Olivia’s eyes narrowed instantly. "Excuse me?"

"If she was being blackmailed," Louis continued calmly, "then the first question isn’t who is blackmailing her."

He tapped the table lightly. "It’s what she was being blackmailed with."

Olivia went silent.

"If you find that," he added, "you narrow down your suspects immediately. Then you check their devices, not hers but possible suspects."

Olivia frowned. "That’s not simple. There could be countless possibilities."

Louis chuckled. "And if you don’t explore those possibilities, you’ll never make it into your dream department."

His words struck deeper than expected. Olivia’s fingers stilled slightly. ’...He’s right.’

.......

Without wasting another second, she shifted her approach. She dug deeper into the victim’s phone... Not just surface-level data.

But hidden files. Archived folders. Encrypted storage. And then... She found it.

Her breath caught. "...What the hell?"

Inside an archived folder were multiple videos. Shaky recordings. Disturbing.

In them, the victim... was abusing animals. Dogs. Cats. Helpless creatures.

Olivia’s stomach twisted in disgust, her grip tightening around the phone. "...Disgusting."

For a brief moment, a cold thought crossed her mind. ’Maybe... she deserved what happened.’

But almost immediately, she shut it down.

Her expression hardened. ’No. That’s not my role.’

"As an officer... I don’t decide justice," she muttered under her breath. "I find the truth."

.....

She continued. Analyzing the videos frame by frame. Angles. Shadows. Backgrounds.

And then... A realization clicked. "These... weren’t recorded by her."

The angles were too consistent. Too elevated.

Like surveillance footage. Her eyes sharpened. ’A shop... with cameras.’

......

Soon, she traced the location. One by one, the pieces fell into place.

And finally... She stood in front of a small shop.

A surveillance camera hung just above the entrance.

Olivia’s lips curved slightly. ’Got you.’ 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

.......

She stepped inside.

A young man stood behind the counter.

The moment he saw her... His expression changed. He stiffened. Then quickly looked away, as if avoiding her gaze entirely.

Olivia noticed instantly. ’Suspicious.’

She stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. "I’m here for an investigation."

The young man lowered his head. "I... don’t know anything. It’s better if you leave."

Olivia let out a soft chuckle. "Leave? That depends on you."

She began walking around, her eyes scanning the shop carefully. And then... She spotted it.

A monitor. Not far from the counter. Connected. Active. Olivia stopped.

Then turned slightly toward him. "I recently came across some very interesting videos of the victim."

The man’s shoulders tensed.

"They were recorded from a very specific angle," she continued slowly. "An angle that suggests... they were taken from inside this shop."

The man frowned, forcing composure. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

Olivia smiled faintly. Cold. Sharp.

"That’s fine," she said, reaching into her pocket.

Then... she pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"You can explain it after your arrest."

The man’s face turned pale instantly. "W-Wait! Don’t arrest me! I’m innocent!"

He shook his head frantically, panic creeping into his voice. "You can’t just take me based on speculation!"

Olivia stepped closer, her gaze unwavering.

A quiet chuckle escaped her lips.

"You’d be surprised," she said softly, "how reckless the police can be when they already know the truth."

"They don’t always need solid proof," Olivia continued, her voice calm yet chilling, each word deliberate. "Sometimes... they just lock up whoever looks unpleasant to them."

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze piercing straight into his trembling figure. "And right now... you’re very unpleasant to my eyes."

The young man’s face turned pale.

His lips quivered as he shook his head frantically. "P-Please... just leave me alone. I didn’t do anything!"

But Olivia didn’t stop. The cold metallic sound of the handcuffs echoed sharply as she snapped them around his wrists.

Click. That single sound seemed to shatter whatever composure he had left.

"I didn’t kill her!" he suddenly cried out, his voice cracking as tears welled up in his eyes. "It wasn’t me... it was my dad!"

Olivia stilled. For a brief moment, the air itself seemed to freeze.

’There it is.’

She slowly stepped to his front, her eyes narrowing slightly as she observed him closely. "What do you mean?"

The young man lifted his tear-streaked face, his breathing uneven. "If I tell you everything... will you let me go?"

Olivia remained silent.

The man’s panic grew, his shoulders shaking as his voice broke further. "Please... I’m begging you..."

Olivia let out a faint chuckle, though there was no warmth in it. "I can’t promise to let you go."

She paused, her tone turning colder. "But I can promise... I would help to reduce your sentence."