Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1571

Chapter 1571: Rebellious Unstable Kid (Magic Castle Bonus)
Villain Ch 1571. Rebellious Unstable Kid (Magic Castle Bonus)

Allen stood there frozen.

Not afraid.

But… something close.

The side that built empires and erased enemies.

And now? That side was staring at Jason.

Jordan leaned back again, breathing evenly. “But no. As far as I know, the man didn’t do that. Just… talked a lot. Blamed Allen. Repeatedly. For things that weren’t his fault.”

The man with the documents nodded. “We pulled a few education records. Allen was moved around a lot. Switched schools. Minor citations—mostly things like absences or ‘disruptive behavior.'”

Allen gritted his teeth. ‘They made me the problem to cover their own shame.’

Yeah, ’cause every time someone—some teacher, some counselor—started sniffing around their weird family structure or asked too many questions about why Allen never had a parent at pickup, or why he never brought signed permission slips…

They’d move him.

New school. New explanation. New clean slate.

Always just enough distance to kill the paper trail, but never enough to feel like a fresh start.

The moment anyone got too close to the truth? Transfer forms.

Jason would say it was for Allen’s “well-being.” Carla would nod and tighten her smile. And Allen? Allen would pack his shit in silence, because no one cared what he said anyway.

Just easier to make him the issue. Easier to sell the narrative that Allen was a rebellious, unstable kid—when really, all he ever wanted was someone to show up.

And they never did.

Jordan’s expression darkened, the light from the window catching the edge of his jaw like a blade. “He might start talking again. That’s what I don’t like.”

He leaned forward slightly, voice lower. Measured. Dangerous.

“He could be starting to contact freelance reporters. The type that’ll jump on scandal before they even check the spelling in a name. And once he sees how Allen is now—a Goldborne, visible, influential, impossible to ignore?” Jordan’s eyes narrowed. “That’s when men like him get bold.”

The room felt colder.

“Nothing official yet,” he added, “but it’s the whispers I pay attention to. The kind of people who don’t care about truth—just headlines. Just something ugly to run with. Something messy enough to stick.”

“Media bait,” one of the men muttered.

Jordan nodded. “Exactly. I don’t care about public opinion. But I don’t want Allen to wake up one day and find himself dragged through the mud because some insecure contractor couldn’t keep his mouth shut.”

Allen blinked. Wait—was this what this was about?

Jordan wasn’t doing this out of curiosity.

He was protecting him.

Jordan sighed. “His crimes aren’t enough for me to remove him. Not yet. But they’re enough to put him on the table. I just need more. So I know what kind of move I’ll need to make… if things go bad.”

The man with the tablet flipped a few pages. “He has a few weak points. Finances are okay—but his business relies heavily on local trust. He’s a name in the community. School volunteer. All very PR-friendly.”

Jordan raised an eyebrow. “Which means any scandal would destroy his standing.”

The other man nodded. “He’s also got minor tax discrepancies. Nothing illegal, but enough gray area to make trouble if we need to lean on him.”

Jordan tapped his fingers together slowly. “Leverage, then. Good. That’s all I needed.”

Allen leaned back against the wall again, eyes wide.

He wasn’t sure what stunned him more—Jordan’s cold calculation, or the fact that it was all for him.

Not business. Not image.

Him.

Not because Allen asked.

Not because Allen begged.

But because Jordan saw what they did.

And he didn’t forget.

Allen looked down at the cake box still in his hand.

The ribbon had loosened slightly during his time in the hallway. The delicate gold sticker sealing the sides had bent under the pressure of his grip. He could still smell the warm richness of chocolate through the thin cardboard, but it no longer made his mouth water.

It just felt… heavy.

His ears picked up the soft clink of ceramic. A teacup meeting its saucer. The low murmur of polite goodbyes. Jordan’s voice calm and commanding, even when speaking casually.

“Yes. That will be all for now. Thank you both for the thorough report,” Jordan said smoothly.

“Of course, Mr. Goldborne,” one of the men replied. “We’ll continue monitoring quietly and send you updates every ten days unless something escalates.”

Jordan nodded. “No leaks. No digital trails.”

“Understood,” the second man said. “And should Allen choose to intervene personally—”

“He won’t. Not unless provoked,” Jordan cut in gently. “But if he does, you’ll support him.”

“Absolutely.”

The legs of their chairs scraped softly against the marble floor as the two men rose.

One adjusted his blazer. The other double-checked his briefcase and tablet.

“Again, thank you for your time, sir,” the man with the documents said with a slight bow of respect.

Jordan merely inclined his head.

The door clicked shut.

Allen didn’t move.

In the living room, Jordan didn’t either.

He was still seated on the couch like a king in his parlor. One hand around a delicate porcelain cup, legs crossed, as if the conversation about digging into a man’s life and potentially ruining it had been a light brunch topic.

Allen shifted his weight.

How the hell was he supposed to walk in now?

“Hey, Dad. Hope your morning was productive. Also, sorry I heard you talking about nuking my stepdad off the planet—anyway, cake?”

Yeah, no.

He was about to quietly sneak off, when…

“How long are you going to stay there, Allen?”

Allen froze.

Of course.

He exhaled and stepped into the room, cake box still in his hands. “How’d you know I was there?”

Jordan didn’t look at him right away. Just took another sip of tea. “I was raised with a silver spoon. But self-defense was still a top priority. So was situational awareness. Learning to spot someone watching or listening? Basic skill.”

Allen huffed. “Right. Of course it is.”