Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1510

Chapter 1510: I’m Giving You a Chance
Villain Ch 1510. I’m Giving You a Chance

Mila hesitated. “But it does make it sound like…”

“Like we had something serious,” Mr. Bell said with a nod. “There’s context. Emotion. And… yeah. It’s enough that if she dropped it in front of the press right now, it’d blow up in my face.”

He rubbed his temples. “And my wife—my wife is pregnant. With our second child.”

Allen let that hang for a second before nodding once. “So that’s what this is really about.”

Mr. Bell didn’t answer.

“You’re worried about your wife,” Allen said for him.

“Yes,” Mr. Bell muttered. “She’s… good. I mean, she’s too good. Traditional, old-school values. Family-oriented. She stayed with me through everything. And I do love her.”

Allen narrowed his eyes. “You forgot to mention something, though.”

Bell looked up.

“She also comes from a family with influence,” Allen said coolly. “Old money. High society. The kind that doesn’t tolerate scandal.”

Mr. Bell didn’t speak. His face said everything.

“You got this position because of them, didn’t you?” Allen added, voice quiet but cutting. “That cushy office. The seat at the board. It wasn’t just your resume.”

Bell looked like someone had gut-punched him.

Allen didn’t flinch. He didn’t press harder. He didn’t need to.

Instead, he gave Bell a small, almost polite smile. The kind that didn’t quite reach the eyes.

He already knew.

Well… he’d known for a while now.

Before the conference, Allen had already suspected Mr.Bell might be involved somehow. The Goldborne had invited multiple agency representatives. Allen figured Mr. Bell would be one of them since they also invited Urban Enigma. So he asked Kai to look into Mr. Bell’s attendance. Confirm who he was bringing.

Kai’s report had been thorough, as always.

Mr. Bell was supposed to bring his wife.

But he didn’t.

He brought Sophia.

And that… was a mistake.

Allen filed it all away without needing to say it out loud. He wasn’t here to destroy Mr.Bell. Yet. But he wasn’t going to pretend this wasn’t a mess either.

Mila sat quietly, hands folded in her lap. The color had faded a bit from her cheeks, but she was clearly still processing.

Vivian, arms folded, said nothing, but her stare was a little colder now.

Mr.Bell finally spoke again, voice low. “I wanted to tell someone. I wanted to come clean. But if this gets out, I lose everything. Not just the agency. My family. My home. My reputation.”

Allen’s reply came fast, sharp. “Then maybe stop letting her run the game.”

Mr. Bell looked at him again.

“You gave her power by pretending nothing happened,” Allen continued. “Now she thinks she owns you.”

“I know,” Bell said weakly.

“Then fix it.”

Mr. Bell swallowed. “And if I can’t?”

Vivian spoke before Allen could. “Then you better hope your wife’s more forgiving than you deserve.”

Silence again.

Mr. Bell sat down this time, like his bad choices had finally caught up with him. He didn’t look like the same polished agency exec that walked into the room. He looked smaller. Like a man standing on the edge of a cliff, staring down at all the damage he might still avoid.

If he moved fast enough.

Mila broke the silence gently. “You really think she’d leak it?”

Mr.Bell nodded. “She threatened it once already.”

Allen’s jaw tightened.

Vivian sighed. “Then it’s only a matter of time.”

Allen leaned back again, no emotion on his face now. Just calculation.

The shift in the room was subtle—but immediate.

Mila glanced sideways at Allen, lips parting like she was going to say something, but didn’t.

Vivian crossed her legs the other way, eyes still sharp. She knew that look. That tone. It meant Allen was about to move a piece.

And this time, the piece was Mr. Bell.

Allen’s gaze flicked to him. Cool. Calm. Direct.

“You know, Mr. Bell,” he said, voice casual but firm, “there are two other guys she’s blackmailing right now.”

Mr. Bell’s head jerked slightly like he hadn’t expected that.

Allen continued, “And their cases are worse than yours.”

There it was—quiet, brutal honesty, tossed across the table like it weighed nothing. Mr. Bell tensed immediately. His jaw twitched. His fingers curled slightly into the edge of the table.

“Worse?” Mr. Bell repeated, his voice lower. “You’re serious?”

Allen nodded. “Dead serious.”

Mr. Bell sat forward slightly. “Is… is one of them that guy in the red sportbike? The one who used to pick her up a lot?”

Allen blinked once. “No. Not Elio.” He gave Mr. Bell a faint smirk. “She did try him, though. Targeted him once. But he dodged the bullet. So she changed her target. Darren and Liam.”

Mr. Bell blinked. “Who?”

“Darren and Liam,” Allen repeated. “They were Elio’s teammates. Two years ago. International gaming tournament finals. You wouldn’t know them—most people outside the eSports scene don’t,” he added.

Bell frowned. “What does she have on them?”

Allen gave a small shrug. “Can’t tell you.”

Bell’s brow creased. “Why not?”

“Because it’s not just personal,” Allen said, leaning forward now. “It’s forbidden. Stuff that crosses lines I’m not allowed to explain without their consent. Not business blackmail. Not normal scandal. Something deeper.”

Vivian’s eyes flicked toward Allen, but she didn’t interrupt. Mila bit her lip, clearly curious but keeping it to herself.

Mr. Bell looked rattled. “You’re not exaggerating.”

“I don’t exaggerate,” Allen said flatly. “And I’m not dropping names for drama. I’m telling you this so you understand—whatever she’s doing to you, she’s capable of worse.”

Bell was quiet. His fingertips tapped once on the table, then stopped. “So… what do I do?”

Allen tilted his head slightly. “You talk to them. I can’t explain their side. I don’t even know all of it. But I can give you their contact. They might not pick up right away—but if you tell them Sophia’s still pulling strings, they’ll listen.”

Bell stared at him. “You’re giving me their info?”

“I’m giving you a chance,” Allen said. “That’s different.”