The next morning, Kevin woke up and decided to do some light exercises before his morning routine of brushing his teeth, taking a bath and finally emerging from his room.

He slowly descended the stairs and found both Drake and Vanessa in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes they had used to eat.

Dahlia was nowhere to be found. She was probably doing other chores.

"Good morning Kevin, I hope you slept well last night?" Vanessa greeted him with a smile as she continued washing the dishes.

"Like a log, thanks for asking," Kevin replied, slowly walking towards Vanessa and Drake, who were standing right beside each other as they worked.

"Yo!! You look a bit more lively today," Drake greeted, flashing a satisfied smile as well.

"Thanks," It was difficult for Kevin to suppress his emotions after last night's video, but he didn't want them to be wary of him.

"Your breakfast is ready and it's on the dining table,' Derek informed him.

Kevin didn't respond, pretending not to have heard as he walked towards the refrigerator to grab an orange juice before settling down on the sofa in the living room.

He felt pretty peckish this morning.

[I can't believe that they can still smile to your face after what they did last night.]

'Yeah, tell me about it.'

[Do you see what Drake's doing?]

'I do. Who does he think he's fooling? I can clearly see his left hand exploring her back side.'

While Vanessa did her chores, Drake continued to 'assist' her while one of his hands groped Vanessa's supple ass, causing soft moans to escape from Vanessa.

Of course, Kevin couldn't help but hear them, but his mind was preoccupied with deciding which one of the two should be his first target.

Both Drake and Vanessa seem glued to each other and would be difficult to separate.

Moreover, since their familial relationship was a lie, it meant that Drake wasn't truly working in a construction company.

In fact, he most likely did not even have a job. Therefore, it would be difficult for Kevin to find Drake and Vanessa in different locations.

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A few minutes passed, and Dahlia returned to the living room, vacuuming. Vanessa's moans had reduced but Kevin could still hear her occasionally.

It almost felt like they were mocking him since they knew that he couldn't do anything even if he caught them red-handed.

'How I wish I had a gorilla-sized vibrator, I would shove it up his disgusting brown ass. Oh, what a sight that would be.' Kevin thought, his anger boiling.

"Tch!!" While Kevin was still deep in thought, he heard Dahlia click her tongue in disgust.

'???'

[She seems to be annoyed by what they are doing,]

'It's probably because she heard them last night. They were pretty loud after all.'

[Doesn't this mean that she has always known about their relationship? Then why didn't she inform you when you returned yesterday?]

'You do have a point, but then again, why would she? She probably thought that it wasn't her place to interfere in family matters.'

[Or maybe she has been taken care of. There could be an arrangement between her and them to keep her mouth shut.]

'That was also a possibility. Anyway, I understand how she feels.'

'But, to be honest, I'm the owner of the house (well not technically), but still, she should be able to tell me anything. She also stood to gain far better rewards from me than those two, if she betrayed them.'

[Then I guess we'll have to find out where her loyalties lie.]

'Indeed. If it's with me, then she will be rewarded, but if it's not, then she's out of here.' Kevin concluded.

Though Kevin told the parasite this, he secretly hoped that she would be loyal to him so that he could find out if any of his other targets had visited the house before.

He needed to know if Drake and Vanessa ever left the house and if they did, he would like to know where they went on weekdays and weekends.

This information would be vital to his future plans.

Ever since he heard Drake and Vanessa having sex last night, Kevin thought about informing his uncle, but...

'No, it wouldn't work. Uncle Lucky would probably think that I'm just trying to make her look bad because I don't like her.'... He dismissed the idea.

'And I can't show him or the police the video I watched last night either.'

'It just wouldn't be satisfying enough for me to see them get arrested,'

Part of him felt that they were involved in making his dad fall into a coma, which only enraged him more.

Kevin needed to do something. The more he thought about how his enemies had come together to devise a plan on how to ruin his family, the more it made his blood boil.

His heart ached a lot, as he yearned to do something significant. It wasn't enough to see all his targets behind bars, he wanted more.

Like killing Drake with his own hands, hanging Drake himself, and tearing his flesh apart while Kevin watched him cry out in agony as his limbs got eaten by dogs.

'I would like that very much,' He fantasized.

These were just a few of the things he wanted to do. Although, the idea of poisoning them to death would also be nice.

'Hmm? Poison?'

'Of course!! Why didn't I think of this before,' Kevin exclaimed rising from his seat and heading straight to his room.

'The answer had been staring at me in the face all this while but I never bothered to look.'

'Besides poison, I have a few drugs I'm currently working on which could be pretty useful in the future.' He thought excitedly.

Drugs like sleeping pills and aphrodisiacs were in his backpack. After all, he wasn't an aspiring pharmacist for nothing.

He was a professional and therefore had to handle things with the utmost precision.

Unbeknownst to Kevin, his facial appearance twisted into a sinister grin as he plotted how he would utilize his new toys.

His enemies had no idea what they were up against. They had made a grave mistake by messing with his family.