From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 564: Everyone Has a Brother Apparently

Willow brushed her palms down the front of her neatly pressed suit pants, as if the motion alone could wipe away the irritation buzzing under her skin. She had a thousand questions for Micah, yet the timing couldn’t have been worse. With a busy crew present, Willow could not possibly talk openly to her brother.

Micah, the little trouble magnet, acted as if he had done absolutely nothing wrong. He stood with his hands tucked behind his back, rocking slightly on his heels as if he were waiting for the next breeze to carry him away.

One thing was painfully clear: Micah never uttered a single word about being part of the Ramsy family. Not to Harper, not to Ilyas, not even to the production team. If he had, Harper would’ve reported it to her immediately, probably with trembling hands and seventy unnecessary apologies.

She forced a slow breath, smoothing the edge of her jacket.

Fine. She would settle this at home. Interrogating her little brother in front of half the film crew was a disaster waiting to happen.

For now, just for tonight, she would focus on something simple. Something peaceful.

A nice meal with her little brother.

Willow lifted her chin and spoke, her voice cool but gentle. "Did you drive here?"

Micah’s shoulders stiffened. He quickly averted his eyes, looking anywhere but at her. "No," he said, scratching behind his ear. "My friend dropped us off."

Willow hummed thoughtfully. "Then come with us. We’ll go out and celebrate." She nudged her chin toward Emile and Ilyas as well. "I’ll drop you two off afterwards."

Micah’s gaze involuntarily flicked toward a sleek black car parked at the far end of the lot, half-hidden behind a row of rental vans.

His stomach twisted with guilt. Clyde was probably sitting upright in the driver’s seat, anxiously checking his phone or glancing toward the set every few minutes. He had the patience of a loyal dog and the emotional capacity of a stone wall, but Micah had learned to read him. That man was waiting for him.

But Willow...

If Willow saw Clyde now, after repeatedly warning Micah to stay far away from him, her reaction would be nuclear. Last time, she nearly chewed his ear off.

He winced internally.

Wouldn’t that be the ultimate slap in her face? Showing up with the very man she had banned from seeing?

Micah swallowed. "I... sure. Okay."

Ilyas, who had been quietly observing the entire exchange, shifted closer. "I, um..." He cleared his throat. "I shouldn’t impose. I can catch a ride with the crew staff." He pointed weakly toward a group packing equipment into a van.

"Nonsense," Willow said briskly, stepping forward with natural authority. "I was planning to treat the whole crew to dinner, but Director Evelyn told me they’re catching a flight for their next project. I can at least treat you actors."

Ilyas hesitated before glancing toward Micah and Emile.

"I mean... I don’t want to make things awkward." His fingers twisted the strap of his bag nervously. "You... You all seem close. I’m a stranger, really."

His implication floated in the air like a shy confession.

You all know each other. I’m the outsider.

Micah blinked at him. "What are you talking about?" He raised an eyebrow. "What stranger? We’ve spent plenty of hours working together."

Ilyas’s lips pressed together in a thin line. He looked at his older brother helplessly. In the end, they couldn’t get anything useful from this conversation. How did Micah and his friend know the vice director?

"Let’s go," Willow said, taking the lead with characteristic confidence. She walked ahead, heels tapping sharply on the asphalt. Harper followed closely behind her. Ilyas trailed after them, clutching his bag.

Micah hurried to keep pace.

As he walked, he discreetly pulled out his phone and typed a single message to Clyde.

RogueOverlord: Don’t wait. I’ll explain later. Sorry.

Emile leaned in from behind him like a nosy ferret. "Still not telling your family?"

Micah’s expression soured. "I got an earful from them. It’s... not the right time yet."

"Until when?" Emile whispered harshly. "Sooner or later you have to make it official. Or are you still in that sea king phase?"

Micah elbowed him in the ribs without looking. "Knock it off. She’ll hear you."

Emile straightened instantly, plastering on an innocent smile when Willow glanced suspiciously over her shoulder.

Micah shoved his phone deep into his pocket and climbed into the van behind them, sinking into the backseat beside Emile.

The ride was awkward.

No one spoke for the first fifteen minutes. Willow stared ahead, tapping her finger against the window frame. Harper kept glancing at Micah in the rearview mirror, as if trying to read secret messages from his face. Ilyas sat as stiff as a statue, knees squeezed together, hands folded on his lap.

When they finally reached one of the city’s most well-known restaurants, a polished establishment with warm lighting and heavy carved doors, everyone exhaled at the same time.

Inside a private dining room, Willow handed the menu to the waiter without even glancing around.

"For us," she said, pointing at herself and Micah. She ordered automatically, the way she always had since they were kids.

Micah froze.

Harper stiffened, glaring at Micah. Ilyas looked from Micah to Willow, then back again, something strange flickering in his eyes.

Micah groaned loudly and dropped his forehead dramatically onto the table edge. "Older sister, are you doing this intentionally?" he whined.

Willow lifted her brows, lowering the menu with a crisp snap. "You should have introduced yourself honestly from the start."

"So now it’s my fault?" Micah sat up straight, pointing at himself. "I didn’t want to put pressure on them, thinking they had to pick me because of who I was. I just wanted a fair audition. Is that so horrible?"

Emile blinked, staring at them with his mouth slightly open. "What are you talking about? Introduce what?"

Then suddenly, like a light bulb exploding over his head, his eyes widened.

"No way," Emile whispered. "You didn’t tell your family?"

Micah puffed his cheeks. "I didn’t plan any of this! I got accidentally dragged into the audition line."

"Accidentally?" Emile sputtered, slapping both hands on the table. "How do you end up in an audition accidentally? Did you fall from the sky? Teleport? Slide in through a vent?"

Micah glared. "Are you trying to stir up drama? Because you’re doing great."

Willow set her glass of water down, folding her arms. "I’m curious too. Do explain."

Micah dragged a palm down his face.

"A Ramsy employee mistook me for an actor. They physically pushed me into a line of ridiculously good-looking boys after scolding me for wandering off."

Emile choked on his laughter. "That...That’s insane! Don’t they know you?"

Micah pointed at Harper with a defeated shrug. "Apparently not. I bet Chief Assistant Harper still hasn’t recognised me."

Harper froze. "Mm? Was I supposed to?"

Emile slapped his hand on his leg, laughing. "Oh, my god. This is gold. And here I thought you used your family connection."

"Hey!" Micah snapped. "I’m not that low."

Harper blinked rapidly, processing everything. "Wait... So you’re from the Ramsy family?"

He had thought of many possibilities except this one. The way the vice director Willow had gotten close to Micah in the elevator and even seemed defensive, he thought they were romantically involved.

"He is," Willow announced before Micah could answer, her tone flat but proud. "He’s my little brother."

The entire room fell silent.

Ilyas and Harper stared at Micah, then at Willow, back to Micah, like malfunctioning robots. Nothing alike. Not at all.

Micah was used to this kind of look.

Before, that kind of reaction would’ve hurt. But now that he knew he wasn’t a real Ramsy, it barely stung. He smiled awkwardly. "It’s hard to believe, right?"

Both brothers flinched, shaking their heads frantically.

"No, no, it’s not that," Harper said, sweating. "Our reaction was... because..." He gestured vaguely toward Ilyas. "Actually... Ilyas is my little brother."

Micah’s face went blank. Then his jaw dropped.

He turned sharply to Ilyas. "Eh?! So your older brother is my sister’s assistant?!"

Ilyas lowered his head, cheeks flushing. "Sorry. I didn’t want people to think I got the role because of him..."

Micah burst into laughter. "We really do think alike!"

Then he shot Harper a teasing look. "Ahhh... that explains everything."

Ilyas waved both hands. "I really didn’t know! He never told me!"

"He’s right," Harper said, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. "And I owe you an apology, young master. I thought..."

Micah flicked his hand dismissively. "It’s water under the bridge. Now that I know you’re Ilyas’s older brother, and my sister’s right-hand man, don’t worry about it."

Willow narrowed her eyes. "Is there something I am not aware of?"

Micah sat up straighter, raising both palms in surrender.

"No, no. Just a harmless misunderstanding." He pointed discreetly at Harper. "This older brother is just way too protective."

He didn’t say it aloud, but the thought crossed his mind: Harper liked Willow.

His gaze slid to his sister, sharp, beautiful, competent, beloved by everyone except her fiancé. Tsk. Gu Donghai. That useless fiancé.

Micah’s lips twitched upward in a wicked smirk.

If that man didn’t get his act together and treat Willow properly...

Micah was fully prepared to break them up himself.