Genius Manager: I Can Make All Girls Talented!-Chapter 149 - - Another Day at the Villa

The sun had barely risen when the van pulled into the driveway of the villa.

Darius stepped out first, shirt slightly unbuttoned, his confident posture unshaken by the camera crew already waiting outside. He looked well-rested, calm, and every bit the man who had just spent an uninterrupted night alone with one of the most desired women in the villa.

Yuna stepped out behind him, her expression soft but unreadable beneath large sunglasses. She wore one of his shirts—clearly oversized on her—and a soft flush still lingered on her cheeks. Their fingers were loosely intertwined.

They walked in like a couple returning from a honeymoon.

And inside the villa, a bomb had just dropped.

The rest of the girls were already awake, gathered around the kitchen or lounging in the living area, half-dressed in robes or short pajamas. The air was unusually tense. Emma stirred her coffee with a little too much force. Alicia sat rigidly, flipping through her phone but clearly not reading a word. Avery, leaning against the island, barely looked up—but her jaw was tight.

Even Matt, nursing a bruised ego and half a banana, looked like he was waiting for a fight.

As the door creaked open, everyone turned.

No one said a word.

Until Alicia broke the silence.

"You're late."

Yuna gave a sweet smile, clearly enjoying herself. "We took the scenic route." ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Emma narrowed her eyes. "How was the view?"

"Incredible," Yuna said without skipping a beat, glancing at Darius, who didn't hide his smirk.

Alicia stood up. "Right. I'm going for a swim."

"Now?" Darius asked, finally speaking.

She turned slightly, her lips pressed together. "Is there a better time to cool off?"

Emma stood too. "I'll join you."

The two walked out, tension trailing behind them like smoke.

Darius sighed and headed into the kitchen. Yuna followed, brushing past Matt like he didn't exist. She made a point of sitting on the counter, right in the middle of the space, legs swinging as she watched Darius make coffee.

Avery was still seated nearby, and for the first time in days, she spoke with ice in her voice.

"So, we're just doing solo nights now? Publicly? Like we're not all sharing you?"

Yuna raised an eyebrow. "I didn't take him from anyone."

"You didn't need to," Avery replied. "The rest of us weren't invited."

Darius poured two cups of coffee before answering. "I didn't invite anyone because I didn't want to start a war."

"Well," Avery said, grabbing a mug of her own. "Too late."

Matt, sitting silently by the window, chuckled bitterly. "Harem of hell."

Darius turned to him, his expression calm but sharp. "If you don't like it, you're free to leave."

Matt looked up, clearly not expecting the heat. His jaw worked, but he said nothing.

Yuna slid off the counter and walked over to Darius. She wrapped her arms around him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder, all while staring directly at Avery with a victorious smile.

Avery looked like she wanted to throw her coffee in someone's face—but instead, she downed it in one long gulp and walked out of the kitchen without a word.

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Later That Day – Poolside

Darius sat in a reclining chair, sunglasses on, scrolling through his phone. The trending tab was on fire.

#DarYuna is now trending worldwide.

Agent or Lover? Darius and Yuna stir explosive chemistry on-screen.

All eyes on Love Island's dominant couple—has a winner already been crowned?

He exhaled slowly, setting the phone down. Across from him, Yuna lay sunbathing in a white bikini, exuding pure confidence.

Emma approached, sitting on the edge of his chair, one leg draped over his.

"I saw the headlines," she said, not bothering to smile. "They're calling you a couple."

Darius leaned back. "Let them talk."

"You know I don't mind sharing," she whispered, fingers grazing his chest. "But making it look like she's the one? That's going to turn this place into a warzone."

"You're all mine," he said softly. "That hasn't changed."

Emma leaned in and kissed his cheek, possessive and deliberate. "Good. Just don't forget who kissed you first."

She walked off, hips swaying.

Yuna smirked from her chair. "You're going to be dealing with a lot of fire today."

"I always do," Darius replied.

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Evening – The Bedroom

The group dynamic had shifted entirely.

Every bed was made, every lamp dimmed. The air inside the villa's shared bedroom felt charged—like something unspoken hovered over the entire room.

Yuna entered first, walking with practiced grace, wrapped in a silky black robe. She made her way to Darius's bed without hesitation, climbing in and curling up with him as though it had been her bed all along.

Emma, already in her own corner of the room, rolled her eyes and flipped over.

Alicia walked in last and paused by the door.

She looked at them for a long second. "I don't blame you. I just… wish it had been my night too."

"It will be," Darius said. "Every one of you gets your time. That hasn't changed."

But Alicia just nodded, quietly slipped into her bed, and turned off her light.

As the rest of the room settled into silence, the cameras rolled quietly above.

Yuna curled into Darius's chest beneath the sheets, her hand sliding under his shirt, fingers trailing along the lines of his stomach.

"You're playing with fire," he murmured.

"I've always liked fire," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. "And I'm not afraid of the other girls. I just want my moment."

"You've got it."

Her fingers tangled in his hair as she kissed him, deeper than before. He kissed her back, pulling her into him, their bodies molding together in the dim, quiet room.

They whispered to each other between kisses. Old memories. Teasing threats. Promises of what they'd do when the lights were out.

Matt lay awake on the other side of the room, gritting his teeth.

Avery pretended to sleep but clutched her pillow like it had personally betrayed her.

Emma bit her lower lip, eyes open, watching the silhouette of Darius and Yuna beneath the covers.

Alicia's breath hitched once. Then silence.

And above them all, a single red light blinked softly in the dark.

Recording everything.