Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1512

Chapter 1512: She’ll Bleed You For Every Bit of Influence You Have

Villain Ch 1512. She’ll Bleed You For Every Bit of Influence You Have

Mr.Bell glanced at Allen thoughtfully. “You say that as if you’re also afraid of her.”

Allen chuckled softly, shaking his head. The sound was warm but held an edge, carrying just enough warning to remind Bell who held the power here. “Afraid? Not at all. You of all people should understand how influential the Goldborne name is. Sophia? She has nothing behind her. An ordinary family, an average background. If I really wanted to, I could ruin her whenever I felt like it.”

Allen paused deliberately, meeting Bell’s eyes head-on. “Take that however you like.”

Mila watched Allen intently, her heart quickening at his casual display of confidence. He was effortlessly commanding, and even in a tense situation like this, he exuded an air of calm control that only someone born into power could genuinely pull off. She admired him for that—not just his status, but his ability to own it fully.

Mr. Bell stared back at Allen silently, processing.

Allen leaned forward slightly, closing the distance across the table, his voice dropping a notch lower. “The real issue is, she hasn’t attacked me directly yet. Sure, she’s annoying. She loves spreading rumors that she’ll make me crawl back to her, beg her forgiveness or something ridiculous like that. But deep down, Sophia knows she doesn’t actually have the strength to follow through.”

He paused again, his eyes sharpening. “And that means one thing, Mr. Bell. To even come close to reaching me, she’ll do anything she can. She’ll use every stepping stone available—whether it’s you, Darren, Liam, or anyone else unlucky enough to get in her way. She’ll squeeze you dry, bleed you for every bit of influence you have, and she won’t care if it destroys you or not.”

Mr. Bell’s throat tightened visibly. He glanced down, fingers fidgeting anxiously against the smooth table. He understood clearly—too clearly. Sophia wasn’t playing around, and he was dangerously close to becoming collateral damage in her misguided quest.

Allen sat back again, exhaling slowly as if releasing a tension he didn’t really feel. “From what I hear, Darren and Liam are already trying to fight back. They’re actively looking for a way out themselves. If you’re smart, you’ll take advantage of their efforts or join them.”

Bell took a deep breath and nodded slowly. A faint spark of hope flickered there—a glimmer Allen had deliberately ignited. “Thank you, Allen. Really. I mean it.”

Without another word, Bell quickly took out his own phone, hastily copying down Darren’s and Liam’s contacts from Allen’s screen. He scribbled fast, fingers slightly trembling but focused. When finished, he tucked his phone into his suit pocket carefully, almost reverently, like it was the key to his freedom.

Mr. Bell straightened up then, looking visibly relieved for the first time since entering the room. His voice, while still somewhat tense, had regained a measure of his professional composure. “You know, Allen,” he started quietly, a faint smile forming at the corners of his lips, “I always thought you were just another spoiled rich kid playing around. Talented, sure, but still just a lucky kid born into privilege. But today, I can clearly see—you truly belong in your father’s empire.”

Allen smiled faintly at that—just enough politeness without revealing much beneath. “Thanks,” he replied calmly, showing neither pride nor humility, only smooth neutrality.

Mr. Bell adjusted his suit jacket slightly, pulling back the last frayed threads of his dignity. “Now,” he said with renewed confidence, “we should return to the matter we originally planned to discuss. About the modeling. I still owe you a detailed explanation.”

Allen inclined his head, acknowledging the shift in topic. “I’m listening.”

Mr.Bell regained his composure fully now, pacing slightly as he returned to his comfort zone—business. He gestured smoothly toward the still-displayed CEO-themed campaign screen on the wall. “Like I said before, this shoot will position you front and center. Cold, charismatic CEO vibes are trending heavily right now. All the elements are here—luxury, power dynamics, subtle drama. Vivian and Mila would play supporting roles as your ‘stalkers’ or obsessive romantic interests. Metaphorical, stylized, nothing overtly controversial.”

Mila glanced briefly at Vivian, catching a small amused smirk on Vivian’s face. “‘Obsessive stalker,’ huh?” Mila asked with a nervous laugh. “That’s definitely a first for me.”

Vivian’s lips curled playfully. “Speak for yourself. I can see you fitting that role perfectly.”

Mila flushed lightly, feigning a mock gasp. “Hey, rude!”

Allen chuckled softly, the tension in the room finally easing a bit. “And you think the audience will buy it?”

Bell nodded eagerly. “Absolutely. It taps into the exact fantasies trending right now. Cold, ruthless billionaire with layers of mystery—someone women want to tame, chase, fix. You fit perfectly. And Mila and Vivian? Both beautiful, intelligent, sophisticated. They’ll balance the shoot, make it glamorous and intriguing without crossing the line.”

Allen considered it briefly, then nodded calmly. “Fine, I get it. As long as there’s no binding contract or messy obligations.”

Bell waved his hand reassuringly. “None. Purely a single-project gig. Clean, simple, beneficial to everyone.”

Allen relaxed slightly, leaning back once more. “Fair enough, Mr. Bell.”

Bell’s relief was visible now, his earlier tension nearly vanished. The door had opened slightly, and he saw a way out—thanks to Allen. He moved to straighten his tie again, eyes flicking between the three of them, assessing the shift in the room. “Alright, I’ll start making arrangements immediately. You’ll get details soon.”

Allen stood up casually, signaling the conversation was effectively over. He turned briefly to Vivian and Mila. “You two good with this?”

Vivian’s expression was calm but amused. “It’ll be interesting.”

Mila gave a small nod, her eyes brightening slightly at the idea of working closely with Allen. “Definitely okay with me.”

Allen finally turned his attention back to Bell, his expression cool and collected. “Then we’ll wait for your update.”

Bell smiled gratefully, relief now fully evident in his posture. “Understood.”