Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1516

Chapter 1516: Spoiled Rich Girl
Villain Ch 1516. Spoiled Rich Girl

Sophia stood still for a moment. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of the car pulling away—sleek, tinted, clearly expensive. Mila’s ride.

Her jaw tightened.

It wasn’t hard, not when the woman basically carried her presence like she was born to walk on red carpets and make everyone else in the room feel underdressed. Sophia had seen her name pop up in a couple of casting memos. High-end stuff. Limited edition spreads. Luxe beauty campaigns. The kind of assignments Sophia could only dream of sketching concepts for.

And now she was here?

Of all days?

Sophia crossed her arms, still watching the taillights disappear.

Her gaze darkened.

“Of course you’re here for him,” she muttered under her breath. “Spoiled rich girl… showing up all perfect and shiny.”

Her voice dropped to a snarl no one could hear. “I know you’ve got your eyes on Allen too. Just flex your boobs and ride the charm wave, huh? What a—”

She bit her tongue before the next word came out. No, not here. Not in the middle of the agency garage where cameras were quietly watching every angle and HR loved randomly checking footage for ‘safety reasons.’ No witnesses. No outbursts.

She inhaled sharply and forced herself to look away from the now-empty driveway.

She hadn’t come down here to pick a fight anyway.

She had a reason.

And a damn good one.

Slipping one hand into her coat pocket, Sophia felt the smooth edge of the keycard. Temporary access to the executive side of the building. The side with the sealed elevators, the private meeting rooms, the route meant only for ‘special guests’ or ‘discreet operations.’ She ‘borrowed’ it from Bell’s office.

If Bell ever called Allen to the agency, it wouldn’t be through the regular entrance. It would be this way.

So when the rumor slipped through slack this morning—an “important guest” coming in for a potential campaign—Sophia didn’t waste time. She slipped out of her department, told her team she was taking a “reference break” for her upcoming fashion cover spread, and rode the elevator down to intercept whoever it was.

And of course—no one.

Just Mila.

Sophia’s blood simmered with frustration. It had to be him. The timing. The secrecy. The hush-hush energy swirling around the agency today.

But Bell had told her Allen wasn’t coming in. Denied it right to her face, said he hadn’t been contacted.

She gritted her teeth and turned back toward the elevator, trying to keep her expression neutral as the doors slid open again. Her reflection looked tired, even under the soft golden lighting. She smoothed her blazer, straightened her skirt, and forced a smile.

Fake it. Just fake it a little longer.

By the time she stepped out on the creative floor, the hum of open-space chatter and the quiet hum of styluses against tablets greeted her like nothing had happened. Familiar. Controlled. It almost worked.

Almost.

“Sophia! There you are.” The voice came from across the row of desks, near the corner where the design team worked under soft skylights. Morgan, one of the lead layout editors, stood with two mugs of coffee, eyes bright. “I was about to text you. You missed the layout review.”

Sophia blinked, her mind still a mess of spinning thoughts. “Shit—sorry. I was down checking a palette option in the shade guide. You know, for the feature next month.”

Morgan raised an eyebrow, but didn’t push. “Well, Harper ended up locking in the final concept. We’re going with the shadow-lens filter after all. Oh, and the Editor-in-Chief wants your final draft by tonight.”

“Got it,” Sophia replied automatically.

She slipped past the rows of desks to her usual seat—an ergonomic chair tucked into a desk with dual monitors, stacks of paper proofs, color charts, and a half-full water bottle labeled “DO NOT TOUCH” in Sharpie. Her Wacom pen still sat where she’d left it.

She sat down and opened the layout she was supposed to have finished hours ago. The curves of the model’s shoulder, the silk texture of the perfume bottle ribbon, the subtle glow layer she’d added to the lighting—it all stared back at her.

But her mind wasn’t here.

She glanced at her second screen. She still had the browser tab open from earlier.

[Hell’s Gate Forum – Trending Threads]

Her cursor hovered.

Her fingers moved before she could second-guess.

She clicked.

One post title in particular stood out.

[Father^Alex Secures Epic-Tier Staff – “Divine Cascade” Event Incoming?]

She scrolled. Comments exploded beneath the thread.

MysticArcher89: dude’s staff is OP. Like, party-wide heal AND mana regen?! He’s gonna break PvP.

CrowsBeforeHo: heard it dropped in a hybrid boss zone no one even knew existed. How’s that fair?

CelesteQueen: Honestly? Good for him. He’s been carrying for months.

Sophia flinched.

She hated reading his name in threads like that.

Two days ago it was the staff. Yesterday, the news that Ironclad Legion had taken over Ront City.

RONT. FREAKING. CITY.

They were trending. Everywhere.

Her current guild? Stagnant. Quiet. Her own rise in the rankings had flatlined. Even her team in Hell’s Gate had been avoiding raids lately, some of them going offline for days at a time.

The momentum had shifted.

Sophia slammed her stylus down a little harder than she meant to. One of her teammates, Julia, looked over from her desk.

“Hey, you okay?”

Sophia forced a smile. “Yeah, just reworking shadows. They’re annoying.”

Julia tilted her head. “You looked kinda pale.”

“I’m fine.”

Sophia returned to the screen, hands tight around the stylus. She pulled up the perfume ad draft. Added a glowing effect behind the product bottle. Too bright. She dulled it. Then re-dulled it.

She needed to calm down. Couldn’t afford to lose focus. Not now.

But it felt like everything was tilting out from under her—just a little more every day.

She took a breath, leaned back in her chair, and stared at the ceiling for a few seconds. The lights buzzed softly above.

She whispered, barely audible, “He was here. I know it.”

And she would find out.