It sounds "Wow... the boyband wedding planner committee is really rowdy today. Excuse me, everyone, but all this... corporate hospitality is making me thirsty. I need to use the restroom real quick. Be right back!"

Felix gave them a sharp little salute and glided out of the dining room before any of the coughing, blushing brothers could stop him.

The moment the heavy double doors clicked shut behind him, the innocent art student completely vanished. Felix’s rosy-pink eyes turned icy, sharp, and deadly as Velvet Trigger took full control. He darted down the quiet, marble-lined upper hallway like a silent, scentless ghost. His white shirt was slightly undone, exposing his collarbone, but his movements were pure lethal efficiency. He precisely counted the structural blind spots as he moved, mapping the physical layout for next week's grand drug bust.

He stopped directly in front of the massive, gold-framed oil painting of the Destiano family grandfather. Felix’s fingers slid behind the canvas, his hyper-precise assassin vision instantly locating the hidden biometric keypad panel. He pulled out a mini electronic hacking decoder from his tailored trouser pocket, snapping it onto the wiring interface wall.

BEEP. BEEP. CLICK.

The massive painting smoothly swung outward like a hidden vault door, revealing the glowing, pulsing neon-blue servers of the mansion's primary security core. Felix smirked darkly, sliding his fingers over the main server console to physically breach the network firewalls and download the entire estate blueprint. "Jade, I’m inside the grandfather archive," Felix whispered sharply into his hidden wireless earpiece. "The security server is officially compromised. I’m downloading the biometric gate codes right now. How is your target holding up downstairs?"

Through the line, Miya’s flustered, whispering voice cracked through a wall of static. “Velvet, copy that! Hurry the hell up! Diana is currently wiping red wine off her forehead with a silk cloth while staring at me with watery, lovesick eyes and asking if my family needs financial counseling! The table is still entirely red and screaming! Secure the asset and get your cute butt back here before the boyband launches another ladle attack!”

Felix chewed his gum, his wolf-cut strands catching the glowing blue light of the hacked server as he watched the data bar hit one hundred percent. "Download complete, bestie. Let's go finish our dinner."

The catastrophic Sunday family dinner had finally concluded, leaving the grand Destiano Estate in a state of absolute structural exhaustion. The heavy mahogany double doors of the fortress swung open, and the cool night air rushed into the pristine foyer, ruffling the fragrant white lilies.

Felix stepped out onto the marble threshold, looking effortlessly beautiful, cute, and beautifully sexy. His shaggy, texturized black undercut wolf-cut hair swayed flawlessly around his pale face, and his loose white shirt was still casually unbuttoned, highlighting that seductive throat beauty mark. He was happily jingling the keys to his new hypercar, completely content with the stolen biometric files now safely resting in his trouser pocket.

Miya walked right beside him, her wavy black hair bouncing gently over her geometric knitted vest. But the moment she reached the center of the foyer, she froze. Standing in a rigid line near the coat rack were Richard, Luke, and Dedrick. Because of the dinner table disaster, Luke was wearing a ridiculous, oversized spare white bathrobe from the mansion spa to replace his soup-covered shirt. Dedrick was shivering comically, wrapped in a giant pink wool blanket to combat the freezing volcanic water that had ruined his trousers, his athletic forearms clutching a dry towel. Only Richard stood perfectly pristine in his cream silk blazer, having escaped the splash zone entirely.

Miya blinked her sharp assassin eyes, her protective older sister mask instantly cracking as she pointed a finger at the two younger brothers. Her elite memory parameters flashed, instantly matching their faces to the targets she had pulverized in the backstage corridor. "Wait... oh my god! Felix, look! Those are the two exact hallway predators from the music festival! The dancer giant in the bathrobe and the sports robot wrapped in the pink blanket! They're your school friend's older brothers?!"

The sudden, brutal revelation exploded through the foyer like a flashbang. Luke and Dedrick instantly turned a synchronized, catastrophic shade of burning, bright crimson from their necks to the tips of their ears. Their high-society Alpha pride was completely, utterly pulverized on the spot. Luke frantically tried to tighten the fabric of his spa bathrobe to look dignified, while Dedrick buried his blushing face directly into his pink wool blanket, whining in absolute, flustered humiliation as the terrifying older sister called them out again.

"¡HAJAJAJA!" Richard looked down at his two ruined, blushing younger brothers, letting out a loud, thunderous, and incredibly smug laugh. "Oh, this is absolutely magnificent! Corporate intelligence at its finest! So you two are the shameless hallway predators she was lecturing before the performance?! Bathroom bathrobes and pink blankets?! You both look utterly pathetic! Spain’s top bachelors brought to their knees by a simple older sister!"

Richard was clutching his stomach, his usual cold, untouchable tycoon mask completely shattered as he aggressively laughed at his brothers' total humiliation, his lovesick inner Alpha throwing triumphant backflips because his rivals were completely out of the race.

"Richard, shut up!" Luke's voice cracked in a complete, flustered panic, his face bright red. "It was a structural misalignment! The water pitcher slipped!"

"It’s not funny, Richard!" Dedrick whined, muffled from inside the pink blanket. "My Real Madrid stats don't cover ice-water trauma!"

Diana stepped forward from the shadows, her sharp fashion-mogul eyes going heavily watery, a deep crimson blush on her cheeks as she ignored her brothers entirely, holding Miya’s hand with starry, emotional obsession. "Miya, please... ignore these cavemen. They possess zero elegance. Have a safe drive back to your artisan bakery, my beautiful muse sister! I will text you about our fabric alignment tomorrow!"

Miya’s face violently burned red from Diana's intense attention as she rapidly dragged Felix toward the door. "Y-Yes! Thank you, Ms. Destiano! Goodbye everyone! Behave yourselves!"

Felix popped a bubblegum bubble, waving a cheerful, completely oblivious little wave over his shoulder as he glided down the marble steps toward his hypercar. "Wow, Emily! Your family really is the best entertainment in Madrid. They literally turn bright red and change clothes every five minutes! Your older brothers are so funny, they should definitely audition for a comedy show next time! Bye, Mr. CEO! Bye, blanket giant!"

The matte-black hypercar growled to life, tearing down the marble driveway and disappearing into the Madrid night. He left the three billionaire brothers standing in the grand foyer—Richard still laughing like a maniac, Luke clutching his spa bathrobe in total flustered defeat, and Dedrick weeping inside his pink wool blanket because his dream boy thought his genuine romantic trauma was just a hilarious comedy routine!