[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-born-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s":3,"chapter-born-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s-born-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s-chapter-562":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Born Into Villain's Family: I Have a 200\\% Rebate System",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1491747,1939,"Chapter 562: Case","born-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s-chapter-562",562,"\u003Cp>Everything changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lily’s eyes lit up with excitement, her skepticism vanishing instantly. ’So she finally gave up on that stubborn act?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, she replied and arranged a meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>......\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile... Elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis and Olivier were moving forward on their own paths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivier stood in front of a desk cluttered with files. Her eyes scanned the documents one by one, sharp and focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new case. One she had taken on personally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cyber security department was stable... but it wasn’t enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’If I want real power... I need to step into the main division.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this case... Was her opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Olivia received the case file, a faint smell of old paper and ink rose from its pages as she flipped it open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes scanned the details quickly at first but then slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her brows furrowed. ’What... is this case?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s about a woman,\" she murmured under her breath, her voice low in the quiet room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She died after running on a treadmill... for two hours.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers tightened slightly around the file. \"And that’s not even the strangest part.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the report, the woman had shown no signs of illness. No weakness. No visible distress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Witnesses had stated that she ran as if nothing was wrong, calm, steady... almost willing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia leaned back in her chair, the leather creaking softly beneath her. ’No one runs themselves to death like that... not without a reason.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone with basic reasoning could see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either she was being threatened... Or something far more unnatural was at play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>......\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once assigned to the case, Olivia didn’t waste time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She immediately attempted to contact the deceased woman’s family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment she introduced herself... The calls were cut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Messages left unanswered. And within hours, she realized she had been blocked on every possible platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia stared at her phone screen, her jaw tightening. \"...That’s suspicious.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’They’re hiding something.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>........\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no cooperation from the family, she headed straight to the gym.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She began her investigation. Step by step. Person by person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And slowly, a clearer picture formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The victim was perfectly healthy,\" Olivia muttered, reviewing the trainer’s statements again. \"No medical history. No signs of fatigue.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in the footage... The woman didn’t look like someone forcing herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked... normal. Too normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia’s eyes narrowed as she replayed the clip again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’No one runs for two hours straight without even a hint of discomfort... unless...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her thoughts halted. ’Unless she didn’t have a choice.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>......\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She moved to the CCTV recordings. Hours passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes burned slightly from staring at the screen, but she didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then... she saw it. \"...There.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though the woman was running with a calm expression hardly betraying her feelings, there was an earphone in her ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pair of Bluetooth earphones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia leaned closer to the screen, her gaze sharpening. ’At first glance, it looks like she’s just listening to music... but no.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her instincts screamed otherwise. ’Someone was talking to her.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.......\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Olivia retrieved the victim’s phone records. Call logs. Messages. Audio files.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anything that could hint at communication. She went through everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once. Twice. Three times. Nothing. No recordings. No suspicious calls. No trace of blackmail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia leaned back, frustration creeping into her chest. \"This doesn’t make any sense...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’There has to be something I’m missing.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.......\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as she was about to lose patience... The door creaked open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis stepped in, holding a simple breakfast tray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia didn’t even look up properly, her voice cold. \"I’m not in the mood to eat. Leave it there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis raised a brow, then chuckled lightly as he set the tray down anyway. \"What’s got you so irritated?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia shot him an annoyed glance. \"If you’re here to chat, don’t. I don’t have time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis leaned casually against the table, completely unfazed. \"Or... you could tell me what’s going on. Who knows? I might actually help.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia scoffed softly. \"You? Help?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis smirked. \"Well, you won’t know unless you try.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief silence followed. Then... Olivia sighed, dragging the tray toward herself. \"Fine. Listen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between bites of breakfast, she explained everything, the strange death, the gym footage, the missing evidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis listened carefully, his expression gradually turning thoughtful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she finished, he paused. Then looked at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re investigating in the wrong direction.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia’s eyes narrowed instantly. \"Excuse me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If she was being blackmailed,\" Louis continued calmly, \"then the first question isn’t who is blackmailing her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tapped the table lightly. \"It’s what she was being blackmailed with.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia went silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If you find that,\" he added, \"you narrow down your suspects immediately. Then you check their devices, not hers but possible suspects.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia frowned. \"That’s not simple. There could be countless possibilities.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Louis chuckled. \"And if you don’t explore those possibilities, you’ll never make it into your dream department.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words struck deeper than expected. Olivia’s fingers stilled slightly. ’...He’s right.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.......\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without wasting another second, she shifted her approach. She dug deeper into the victim’s phone... Not just surface-level data.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But hidden files. Archived folders. Encrypted storage. And then... She found it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath caught. \"...What the hell?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside an archived folder were multiple videos. Shaky recordings. Disturbing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In them, the victim... was abusing animals. Dogs. Cats. Helpless creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia’s stomach twisted in disgust, her grip tightening around the phone. \"...Disgusting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, a cold thought crossed her mind. ’Maybe... she deserved what happened.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But almost immediately, she shut it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression hardened. ’No. That’s not my role.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As an officer... I don’t decide justice,\" she muttered under her breath. \"I find the truth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She continued. Analyzing the videos frame by frame. Angles. Shadows. Backgrounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then... A realization clicked. \"These... weren’t recorded by her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The angles were too consistent. Too elevated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like surveillance footage. Her eyes sharpened. ’A shop... with cameras.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>......\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, she traced the location. One by one, the pieces fell into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally... She stood in front of a small shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A surveillance camera hung just above the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia’s lips curved slightly. ’Got you.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.......\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young man stood behind the counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he saw her... His expression changed. He stiffened. Then quickly looked away, as if avoiding her gaze entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia noticed instantly. ’Suspicious.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped forward, her voice calm but firm. \"I’m here for an investigation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man lowered his head. \"I... don’t know anything. It’s better if you leave.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia let out a soft chuckle. \"Leave? That depends on you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She began walking around, her eyes scanning the shop carefully. And then... She spotted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A monitor. Not far from the counter. Connected. Active. Olivia stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then turned slightly toward him. \"I recently came across some very interesting videos of the victim.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s shoulders tensed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They were recorded from a very specific angle,\" she continued slowly. \"An angle that suggests... they were taken from inside this shop.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man frowned, forcing composure. \"I don’t know what you’re talking about.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia smiled faintly. Cold. Sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s fine,\" she said, reaching into her pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then... she pulled out a pair of handcuffs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can explain it after your arrest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s face turned pale instantly. \"W-Wait! Don’t arrest me! I’m innocent!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head frantically, panic creeping into his voice. \"You can’t just take me based on speculation!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia stepped closer, her gaze unwavering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quiet chuckle escaped her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’d be surprised,\" she said softly, \"how reckless the police can be when they already know the truth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"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.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tilted her head slightly, her gaze piercing straight into his trembling figure. \"And right now... you’re very unpleasant to my eyes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man’s face turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips quivered as he shook his head frantically. \"P-Please... just leave me alone. I didn’t do anything!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Olivia didn’t stop. The cold metallic sound of the handcuffs echoed sharply as she snapped them around his wrists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click. That single sound seemed to shatter whatever composure he had left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"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!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia stilled. For a brief moment, the air itself seemed to freeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’There it is.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slowly stepped to his front, her eyes narrowing slightly as she observed him closely. \"What do you mean?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man lifted his tear-streaked face, his breathing uneven. \"If I tell you everything... will you let me go?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s panic grew, his shoulders shaking as his voice broke further. \"Please... I’m begging you...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Olivia let out a faint chuckle, though there was no warmth in it. \"I can’t promise to let you go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused, her tone turning colder. \"But I can promise... I would help to reduce your sentence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1523,"2026-06-06T04:03:52.406Z",1,"novelbin.me","3cbc5ce41cb57720f3a01b53eec94123715b86ee193969a23b24e51daac14218","born-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s-chapter-563","born-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s-chapter-561",614,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fborn-into-villain-s-family-i-have-a-200-rebate-s-cover.jpg"]