From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 567: Dragon, wolf or retriever?

Returning to the apartment, Micah unlocked the door with one hand while nudging it open with his shoulder. A faint click echoed through the hallway. He stepped inside. The living room greeted him with soft, warm light, a single lamp lit near the sofa, casting a muted golden glow across the space. The air was warm and comforting, in contrast to the chilly autumn night outside. Micah had barely slipped off one shoe when a door in the hallway opened.

Darcy stepped out, dark hair slightly messy as if he had been running his hand through it. His expression was sharp, brows pulling together the second he spotted Micah.

"You are finally back," he said, voice edged with impatience. "Good. I’ve got a question to ask. Do you..."

Darcy’s voice was cut off when a takeout bag was shoved in front of his face. He blinked, baffled. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Eat this before anything," Micah said, shaking off his jacket with the other hand. "If it gets cold, it won’t taste good anymore."

Darcy looked at the bag then at Micah, expression conflicted. After a sigh that carried the weight of a thousand complaints, he muttered, "Fine."

Grabbing the bag, he walked toward the kitchen.

Micah followed more casually, tossing his keys into a small dish, then filling a glass with water. He took a long sip, feeling alive after his long talk with Willow. Before getting off, she had chewed his ear off, reprimanding him about his sneaky way of shooting the ad without telling them.

Micah was forced to sweet-talk her, promising not to do anything further related to acting before discussing with the family. He had talked so much that his mouth felt painfully dry, as if someone had shoved tons of sand into his throat.

Sitting on the kitchen table, Darcy opened the takeout bag and frowned. "What’s with this fancy packaging?" he said, poking at a rib carefully wrapped in gold-printed wax paper. "Did you eat out with the crew? And where is the guy who was glued to your back? I thought he would hide you again in his lair like last night."

Micah nearly choked on his water. "What is he? A dragon?"

Darcy smirked, popping a rib into his mouth. "You think highly of him. Dragon, ha!" He scoffed. "At best, he’s just a wolf pretending to be a golden retriever."

Micah glared at him and sat down opposite. "Wolf or dragon, he couldn’t stick with me tonight."

Darcy looked up with interest. "Have a fight again?"

"No," Micah mumbled under his breath. "I met Willow at the set."

"Oh?" Darcy took a bite from the rib, his lips curling into a teasing grin. "Caught in the act?"

Micah’s shoulders dropped, expression twisting. "You can’t imagine my shock. I was sweating buckets. I thought she would tear me down in front of the entire crew. Not to say, Clyde was also waiting for me in the car while Emile, that chatterbox, was standing right beside me...God, it was a disaster waiting to happen."

Darcy laughed, picturing the scene. "So did you give the game away?"

"Fuck no! If I did, do you think I would still be alive right now? I would be in pieces, tiny pieces, scattered across the whole mountain." Micah spat in irritation.

Darcy snorted into his food.

Micah narrowed his eyes. "Why are you laughing? Are you enjoying my suffering?"

Darcy shook his head, his mouth full. "No, not yours," he clarified, reaching for another rib. "But that guy’s? Clyde’s? Absolutely."

Micah stared at him with a frown. "I still don’t get why you suddenly became Clyde’s sworn enemy," he grumbled.

Darcy waved a hand without looking up. "This is a grown-up business, you wouldn’t get it."

"Tsk, I am older than you." Micah huffed in annoyance.

"I am not talking about your bones."Darcy pointed a finger at his head and tapped twice. "Up here. Maturity."

Micah kicked the leg of Darcy’s chair. "Prick!"

Darcy didn’t even flinch. He happily continued eating.

Micah couldn’t stand his smug face, launching a jab at him. "Oh, I forgot to tell you this meal is from Willow," he muttered, looking at his nails like he wasn’t waiting for a reaction.

Darcy paused for exactly half a second before resuming his chewing as if nothing had happened. "Got it. I’ll text her too."

He gulped down a full glass of water, wiping his mouth before speaking again. "Hey, did the shooting go well today?"

Micah nodded. "It was fine."

"The other actor didn’t give you a hard time, did he?" Darcy asked, checking Micah’s face.

Micah took a shrimp and nibbled on it. "No, he is such a nice boy. I even got him to promise he’ll hang out with me sometimes."

Darcy’s heart sank. It wasn’t a good sign that Micah was getting attached to this actor. If by a million chance, they couldn’t stop the tragedy like in his past life and that actor got killed by a crazy fan, Micah would definitely take a big blow.

"Is he from a well-known agency?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

"Huh? I didn’t ask."Micah snatched another shrimp. "But it didn’t seem to have one. Oh, wait. I should ask him to sign with my company. With his looks and acting, I’m sure he goes red in no time!" He said, excitement bubbling in his voice.

Darcy shut his eyes. Perfect. He had made the matter even worse. "Do you know him well? What if he is putting on an act in front of you? Don’t blindly believe everyone is a saint. Let the scouting department find you suitable talent."

"You worry too much. His brother works for Willow. How could he be a bad person?" Micah said nonchalantly.

Darcy jolted. "Whose brother?"

"Ilyas," Micah explained. "the actor I worked with in this ad, his older brother is the chief assistant of my sister."

Darcy felt everything now made sense. All those confusing things that he could not explain now fell into their places. If someone of high authority was dragged into the scandal, getting his younger brother killed in a gruesome way because of the Ramsy family then the company brushing off the matter, of course the man would grow resentment toward the Ramsy family and work with the enemy. Maybe the enemy had targeted Ilyas knowing full well of the connection between them.

Darcy felt cold seep into his bones.

This was bigger than he thought. How could someone have this detailed information from inside the Ramsy empire? Who had betrayed the company? Was there a spy?

Darcy’s head filled with possibilities, feeling the urgency of taking action. If it were his past life, he would have conducted a thorough investigation. But now he was not working in Ramsy Empire, he was not even part of the Ramsy family. He had no authority, no access.

Micah looked at the silent Darcy, confused. "What is with the face? What are you thinking?"

"Mmm?" Darcy met his eyes. "Nothing. When are you going to meet him? Let me tag along too."

Micah arched an eyebrow. "Why? Suddenly interested in him?"

Darcy shrugged. "Can’t I?"

Micah leaned back, resigned. "You became a worrywart worse than Clyde. Seriously...He is not a bad person. Chill out. I am not that gullible. Okay?" Then, with a pointed look, he added, "If anything, you are the one with a horrible record. Who believed that fucking doctor was helping him while being manipulated?"

Micah could not mention the other three awful male leads. In the book, Darcy had fallen into their traps, totally fooled by their freaking fake pretence of gentility and affection.

Darcy stiffened, staring at Micah in alert. Why was he saying that? Did he remember the past? When had he been used by those four?

"Why are you looking at me like that? Want to deny it?" Micah sneered.

"No," Darcy murmured. "You are right. I am just cautious. You know I saw those pictures... I don’t know who’s the enemy or who’s an ally anymore... I’d rather see with my own eyes and judge."

Micah was taken aback, noticing Darcy being this affected by his dream. Well, he was also shaken when he dreamed about the book, the one that portrayed him as the vicious fake young master. He could understand it. The constant fear of the unknown.... An unseen threat... If it wasn’t for Clyde, he would have surely broken under the pressure.

Micah softened, leaning forward to pat Darcy’s shoulder lightly. "I know it’s tough, but it will get better," he paused, his eyes filled with determination. "Fine, we’ll go together. It’s the least I can do as your older brother to ease your mind."

Darcy’s lips twitched. "Thanks, I guess," he said, an obvious mocking in his voice.

Micah flashed a smile, pleased with himself.

But his happy mood did not last. His phone rang like crazy, indicating the incoming doom. The screen flashed with a name: Mum.

Micah cursed like a sailor under his breath. Fuck. He was done for.