Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1576

Chapter 1576: The Servant Who Swept The Floor Now Owns The Keys [Part 2]
Villain Ch 1576. The Servant Who Swept The Floor Now Owns The Keys [Part 2]

They blinked again.

Mr. Bell gave a faint smile. “Legal support has already been arranged. Everything you’ll need has been drafted, reviewed, and set in motion. You won’t have to worry about the paperwork, the pressure, or any retaliation. You’ll be protected. Entirely.”

Liam looked like he couldn’t breathe for a second. “But… we can’t pay for that.”

“You won’t have to.”

Bell’s tone darkened. “Think of it as debt repaid. You were used. I was used. It ends now.”

The table went quiet.

Darren slowly leaned back, heart racing.

And Liam looked at Mr. Bell like he was seeing someone survive a fire and then hand them a hose.

Finally, Darren spoke. “Why now?”

Mr. Bell looked them in the eyes. Calm. Calculated. The skyline behind him cast soft light across the table, gold bleeding into glass. He didn’t rush the answer. Let the pause sit just long enough to let them feel the weight of the moment.

“Because,” Bell said quietly, “she tried to play with me.”

Darren blinked. “Wait… she tried to what?”

Bell’s gaze sharpened, though his voice remained level. “Blackmail. Me.”

Darren’s reaction was instant. His brows shot up, shoulders tense. “She’s blackmailing you too?”

“Yes,” Bell said with a dry scoff. “She thinks she’s clever. That she can corner people and squeeze power out of them like she’s dealing with amateurs.” He leaned back slightly, tone laced with cold detachment. “The girl doesn’t know how to profit—just how to ruin.”

Darren’s frown deepened. “Like… personal life? Home stuff?”

Bell’s eyes didn’t flinch. “Something like that.”

Darren leaned in, brows furrowed. “Wait, are you saying she went after your family?”

Bell’s voice stayed even. “Let’s just say she crossed a line she shouldn’t have. Thought she had leverage. Thought she knew enough.”

Darren hesitated, clearly wanting to ask more, but Bell’s tone made it clear that door wasn’t open.

“What kind of leverage?” Darren tried anyway, softer. “Was it something at work? Or—”

Bell gave a calm shake of his head. “No. Not work-related. She doesn’t have access to anything that matters professionally. And I’ve made sure to keep my personal life… separate.”

He picked up his glass of water, taking a slow sip before setting it down again. “But even someone like her doesn’t need the truth. All she needs is a crack. Something to twist. That’s how she operates.”

Darren sank back slightly, processing that. “So you didn’t give her anything—and she still found a way?”

Bell’s eyes met his. Cold. Measured. “She fabricated a story. Painted herself into it. Pushed until it almost became real.”

Darren let out a low whistle. “She’s messed up.”

Bell didn’t nod. He didn’t need to.

“She’s reckless,” he said instead. “And people like that are dangerous. They burn everything, even the people they claim to need.”

Darren sat quiet for a moment, then muttered, “Guess we were all just pieces on her board.”

“Were,” Bell said, voice firmer this time. “You were. And now we flip the board.”

This time, Darren didn’t argue.

Across from him, Liam hadn’t said a word yet. He looked pale. Still. Like he was trying to calculate something quietly behind his eyes.

Finally, Liam shifted. Cleared his throat once.

“So you mentioned she went after your family…” he said slowly, his voice cautious, eyes fixed on the edge of the table. “Does that mean you… also slept with her?”

The question hung between them like a trap sprung mid-step.

Bell didn’t blink.

‘Ah,’ he thought.

Interesting.

He tilted his head slightly, surprised—but not too surprised. His lips curved in something that wasn’t quite a smile.

“‘Slept’?” he echoed. He chuckled, just once, like the idea amused him. “No. I never touched her.”

He let that sit. Let it sink. Then added—deliberately—

“Unlike you two.”

Silence.

Darren looked like someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water in his lap.

Liam flinched. A flicker. A flash. He didn’t deny it.

Bell watched both reactions closely. Internally, his thoughts sharpened.

‘So… it’s true. Both of them.’

He hadn’t known for sure before. Not until now.

But now?

Now he had it.

He let his expression fall into something smoother—like this was all old news to him. Like of course he knew. Why wouldn’t he?

Liam shifted again, visibly uncomfortable. “Who told you all this?” he asked. His tone was clipped. Bitter. “Was it her?”

Bell leaned back slightly in his seat, lacing his fingers together. He gave a light nod. “Yes. Her. But, of course, with her version of the story.”

He tilted his head, eyes narrowed with practiced detachment. “You know how she is. She rewrites the script with herself as the victim. The misunderstood genius surrounded by cruel, manipulative men.”

Darren snorted. “That’s rich.”

Bell turned his gaze to him. “I thought so too. But the problem is, she believes her own lies. And worse? She’s good at making others believe them too.”

He let that hang in the air before continuing. “Which is why we’re here. Because if she’s painted you both as villains in her version of the story, and I’m supposed to be the new target on her list…”

He placed both palms flat on the table. “I want to hear your version. Every detail. I want to know exactly what she’s holding over you, how she pulled you in, and how far she went to control you. Because if we’re going to shut her down, it has to be with a full hand.”

Darren rubbed the back of his neck, clearly fighting the instinct to crawl out of his own skin.

“Man…” he muttered. “It’s not a proud story.”

“I don’t care if it’s embarrassing,” Bell said flatly. “I care if it’s useful.”

Liam looked hesitant. Still trying to stay quiet. Still thinking too much.

Bell turned to him. “You too, Liam. Don’t bother protecting her anymore. If she had her way, you’d both still be playing fetch while she sharpened the knife behind your backs.”

That hit.

Liam’s jaw tightened. And finally, he nodded once.

Bell didn’t smile.

But inside?

He knew the dominoes had started to fall.

Whatever Sophia had on them, whatever she’d done, it wouldn’t be enough anymore.

Because now the story was changing.

And Bell…

Bell was the one holding the pen.

“Start at the beginning,” he said, voice smooth as glass. “And don’t leave anything out.”

Darren nodded slowly, exhaling like he was about to confess to a priest.

And the truth began to pour.