From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 545: The Day Micah Tried to Sign a Contract and Accidentally Acquired a Manager, an Assistant, and Three Stalkers

Chapter 545: The Day Micah Tried to Sign a Contract and Accidentally Acquired a Manager, an Assistant, and Three Stalkers

Micah shoved the car door open harder than necessary, the slam echoing across the parking lot. The moment his shoes hit the ground, irritation twisted across his face. He dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply as he stared up at the towering Ramsy Empire glass building. The sunlight caught on the mirrored panels, reflecting back an image of himself, small, annoyed, surrounded by idiots.

He turned around slowly, eyes narrowing at the people climbing out of the cars behind him like a flock of confused ducks.

"What the...why the heck are you following me?!" Micah growled, voice rising as he jabbed a finger toward them. His irritation went down the line, one by one: First annoyance was Clyde, standing there calm and unbothered; then Darcy, pretending it was his first time here; and finally Mason and Lin Heye.

He groaned inwardly. The only person he had wanted to lure was Dylon. And that wasn’t because they were friends, or because he felt some random sentimental attachment. No. It was purely business. Dylon was a world-renowned composer, and Micah hoped to rope him into the production team, making him compose a song for the advertisement.

But no. These lunatics had decided today was the perfect day to become his unwanted entourage and ruin his perfectly crafted plan.

Clyde, completely unaffected by Micah’s glare, adjusted his sleeve with a quiet calmness that only infuriated Micah more. "Someone should be there to check the contract," he said, tone flat and practical. "What if they pull something on you?"

"Are you kidding me? That’s my own family’s business. How could they pull crap on me!" Micah snapped.

Clyde blinked at him slowly, as if talking to a stubborn child. "You said yourself they didn’t recognise you."

"Technically, it’s mine, though," Darcy mumbled under his breath. He coughed, pretending he hadn’t said anything.

Micah hissed like a cat whose tail had just been stepped on. "Now it’s yours?" His sleeves went up immediately as he was ready to brawl right there in front of the corporate building. "This is all fun to you, isn’t it? You guys messing with me?"

Behind them, Dylon latched onto Mason and Lin Heye’s sleeves with both hands, trying to minimise his presence. "I’m so grateful you too tagged along," he whispered dramatically. "If Clyde kills me today, at least there are witnesses!"

Lin Heye didn’t even hear him. His eyes were glued to the three people up front like he was watching a first-hand drama. "Seriously, who is that dark-haired boy?" he whispered, a tone of excitement in his voice. "He can actually handle Micah! And Clyde is just letting it happen! Clyde! The same man who snaps at anyone who breathes wrong near him."

Mason folded his arms in amusement. "I knew it would be fun following them."

"You two are such assholes!" Dylon mumbled. "I thought you came for me, your friend."

"Yeah, yeah. Not now. Let me listen." Lin Heye waved a dismissive hand.

Meanwhile, Micah was still arguing with those two stubborn men who insisted on tagging along. "What am I supposed to tell them if they ask who you guys are?" He slapped a hand over his face. "God! This is so embarrassing. Are you here for sightseeing or something? I’m not taking a tour! I am just gonna sign a contract!"

Clyde’s gaze flickered toward Dylon. If looks could kill, Dylon would have dropped dead by now. "You don’t have a manager or an assistant," Clyde said, turning back to Micah. "You don’t belong to any entertainment company. Of course, you’ll get bullied."

"So what? If I bring you, I’ll be fine? Who are you impressing? A beggar from the back alley is more famous than you!" Micah scoffed loudly. "No one knows you are the Du Pont patriarch. What’s the use of bringing you?" He threw his hands in the air in irritation.

Darcy snorted out a laugh before he could stop himself.

Micah’s head snapped at him. "What are you laughing at? You’re even more pathetic. No one knows who you are because you’re too stubborn to acknowledge your family. Tsk."

Micah shoved his hands into his coat pockets, his shoulders slumping. He grumbled under his breath.

Darcy just flinched, turning his head, avoiding Micah’s eyes.

Clyde sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. "If you’re planning to use him, it’s pointless. He messed up so badly that he can’t even decide what to eat without permission from his manager."

He pointed lazily toward Dylon.

Micah scoffed. "Bunch of useless..."

"Hey! I heard that!" Dylon protested loudly.

Micah dragged a hand down his face, visibly feeling hopeless. His carefully built plan to cozy up to Dylon and use the connection had completely collapsed. If he had known Dylon was such a sorry ass composer, he would have just ditched all of them.

"Fine," Micah barked eventually. "Your friends can not come inside. And for you two," He jabbed a finger at Clyde and Darcy. "One of you is my manager, the other is my assistant. Come up with alias names or something. I don’t care. Just don’t let them know my identity."

And with that, he stormed toward the entrance of the building.

Clyde watched him go, then turned to the trio. His voice dropped low. "Stay in the car. And Dylon, contact your manager. Tell him you got an opportunity to work with La Riviere and Ramsy Empire."

Dylon fell into a daze as Clyde casually altered the entire trajectory of his career. "Uh...what?"

Clyde didn’t elaborate. He simply walked off with Darcy following him.

Up ahead, Micah was already talking to the security guard, explaining the situation. The guard nodded politely and guided them inside.

Darcy caught up and whispered to Clyde. "So you remembered it too..."

Clyde clenched his jaw. "Yeah. But I still don’t know who he was."

"Me neither," Darcy admitted quietly. "I was too distracted by everything else that I didn’t have time to care about a small fly back then."

Then he paused, glancing at Micah’s back. "Do you think Micah recalled something too? Is that why he auditioned?"

Clyde’s expression turned thoughtful. "Maybe subconsciously? Either way, we should keep an eye on things."

Darcy nodded and stepped up beside Micah, who was knocking on a door.

"Come in," a voice called from inside.

Micah pushed the door open. The office was neat, modern, and simple. Inside sat Alford, one of the HR managers, and another middle-aged man Micah had never seen before. Both looked up immediately.

"You’re here," Alford said with a smile. His sentence stalled mid-air as his eyes landed on Clyde and Darcy, who stepped in behind Micah like two beautiful bodyguards. One intimidating, one aloof.

"I see, you brought your colleagues?" he said, assuming the other two also belonged to the entertainment industry.

Micah’s lips twitched. "No," he said stiffly. "These are my manager and my assistant."

There was a pause in the room. Even he could not buy what he just said. Those two idiots looked anything except being a manager or assistant.

Alford hesitated but quickly recovered, choosing not to comment. "Right, well, here...this is the contract. Because the project became a double male-lead collaboration, the fee has been adjusted slightly."

Micah took the file, flipped it open, and skimmed through it. Then shoved it into Clyde’s hands.

His gaze went toward the other man. His intense stare made Alford speak. "Ah, sorry, this is our legal representative."

Micah nodded curtly and shifted his gaze away.

Clyde read through the contract carefully, page by page. When he finally closed the file and gave a short nod. Micah leaned in and signed it right away.

"So...Where do I go now?" Micah asked, tapping the pen against the paper.

"The shooting location is at one of the buildings rented from Silicon Valley," Alford explained, handing over a slip of paper with an address. "You should be there around noon."

Micah nodded, grabbed his copy of his contract, and left the room with Clyde and Darcy.

The moment they were out of earshot, Micah muttered. "Happy now?" He shoved the contract into his bag. "What happened to the company you were supposed to open for me? Huh?" he asked arrogantly. "If you’d done your job properly, I wouldn’t need to go around with the patriarch."

"In progress. It can not be rushed." Clyde replied.

Darcy raised an eyebrow. "Instead of Ramsy’s assets, you decided to use his?"

"Yeah. I promised you I won’t use Ramsy’s money. It was the only way."

"So...lo mío es tuyo y lo tuyo es mío, huh? That’s it?" Darcy said, amused.

"Don’t lo mio lo tuyo me!" Micah snapped. "Yours, mine, who cares?"

"Yeah?" Darcy teased. "So you admit you two basically act like you are a married couple?"

"Shut up!" Micah stomped on Darcy’s foot.

Darcy hissed and hopped a little. "Can’t hear the truth?"

Micah ignored him, and his eyes flickered to Clyde, who was already answering a call with a serious expression.

Darcy rolled his eyes. "Hah! Look at you. You are a lost cause. The man has you in the palm of his hand, and he’s not even trying."

"Really?" Micah huffed. "Didn’t you see this morning how I showed him who’s the boss?"

"Sure. Sure," Darcy said. "Just a few sorry words and some flowers, and you melted."

"You know he is the Du Pont patriarch, right? Even that little bit of humility he is showing is worth more than others’ grand gestures." Micah argued back, chest puffed.

"Whatever makes you happy," Darcy sighed, patting Micah on the shoulder. "Let’s go." He stepped outside the Ramsy Empire doors.

Micah followed, stomping and gritting his teeth, knowing full well he had lost the argument.