From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)
Chapter 120: Micah’s Mouth Says ‘Studying,’ His Life Says ‘Spy Thriller’

Chapter 120: Micah’s Mouth Says ‘Studying,’ His Life Says ‘Spy Thriller’

Micah sat stiffly in his seat, one leg crossed over the other, tapping his pen against the edge of the desk. His eyes were half-lidded behind those black-framed glasses.

The chair beside him creaked as Russell leaned in again, his voice a persistent buzz in Micah’s ear.

"Seriously, Micah, why don’t you listen when people talk? Am I not your friend? What if I told you I was going down a well? Would you just leave me there to rot because you weren’t listening?!" Russell’s mouth moved fast like he was trying to fit a week’s worth of complaints into one breath, making Micah realise his mistake.

Micah didn’t look at him. His lips twitched slightly. He much preferred the old Russell, the one who was nervous around him and talked cautiously, over this new, non-stop nagging version.

He wanted to snap at him but bit his tongue instead. The boy had been through some rough stuff lately. He deserved some slack.

Micah sighed quietly and leaned back in his seat, eyes flickering toward the front of the room. Still no teacher.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. Without much thought, he pulled it out and unlocked the screen with one hand. His eyes narrowed as he read the name.

RiverBridge: You didn’t say what you need? I am happy to repay the favour.

Micah’s grip on the phone tightened. He had been waiting a long time for Aidan to reach out. And now that he had...Micah didn’t know how to feel. A part of him wanted to ignore it. Ghost him as he had done to him. But he wasn’t in a position to be picky. He needed Aidan to trust him fully before K.O.ing him. So he swallowed all his nasty words on the tip of his tongue and typed carefully.

RogueOverlord: When I need it, I’ll be sure to ask you first.

A few seconds later, the reply came in.

RiverBridge: I don’t like owing people. What if I give you a hint about the industry?

RogueOverlord: No, I don’t need that.

RiverBridge: Fine. Free now? Let’s find something you want.

Micah clenched his jaw. Aidan was putting pressure on him to pick something so he could be done with him. Russell was still talking beside him, whining about his roommates. He tapped out a reply fast, hoping at least one of them would shut up.

RogueOverlord: in class, studying.

He hit send without thinking.

Then he blinked, his thumb hovering over the screen. His eyes widened slightly. Crap. He just gave away where he was, and what range of age he was....

Micah cursed under his breath and quickly withdrew it. But it was too late to check if Aidan saw it. The classroom suddenly fell silent.

Even Russell stopped mid-sentence.

The click of high heels echoed through the room as the classroom door opened. A tall woman stepped inside like she owned the place.

Micah excitedly turned his head. Finally! Georgina Malleti!

She moved like a model straight off a runway, shoulders back, hips swaying. Her satin blouse shimmered faintly under the classroom lights, tucked neatly into a high-waisted pencil skirt that hugged her figure.

She had the typical hourglass body figure, all the curves in the right place. Her dark hair was tied into a sleek ponytail that swung slightly with every step.

Everyone was staring. Not a shuffle, not a whisper. The whole class was truly mesmerised.

"Good morning. I trust you’re all excited to attend your first class after ten days of military training." Georgina said, her voice crisp and full of presence.

No one moved. Scared to even blink, and the beautiful fairy would vanish.

"I am Georgina Malleti, your teacher for Design Foundation." Her eyes scanned the room slowly. When they landed on Micah, they paused for half a second before moving on. "In this class, you’ll learn the basics about elements and principles of design, colour theory, and patternmaking," she continued. "But before that, you’ll be creating your groups. From now on, most of your grades will come from team projects. If you don’t work together, you don’t pass."

Georgina paused, her gaze flickering to the boy with silver hair. Her thoughts were on a conversation from the night before.

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The previous evening, she had just poured herself a glass of wine when her phone rang. The name on the screen made her pause mid-sip.

Clyde Du Pont.

She answered with a raised brow, "Well, well. Mr Du Pont himself. To what do I owe this rare pleasure?"

"Georgina," Clyde said, flat and emotionless as ever, "I have a small request regarding your upcoming factory collaboration."

Receiving the monotone reply, Georgina let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Still the same cold robot! Hard to believe you were ever my muse!"

Clyde completely dismissed her remarks. "You still want your brand showcased in our malls?"

Georgina had to put her teasing aside and talk business with him. "Fine. I won’t mention it anymore. But listen, our students already have arrangements with Sapphire Textiles this semester. It’s set."

Every year, the fashion department collaborated with a clothing factory to teach the students the fundamentals of making clothes, to let them understand better the difference in materials and how to use them.

"That’s alright. I am referring to the freshmen, not the juniors." Clyde said.

She frowned. "The semester has already started. I just can’t change the curriculum on a whim."

"Consider it extra credit for first-year students. Refusing to work with one of La Riviere’s branches... if it gets out, you know how your colleagues love a reason to criticise you..."

"Alright, alright!" Georgina gritted her teeth. "God, I really hate myself for defending you back in the day! You are really a cold, calculating bastard."

"You won’t be at any disadvantage accepting my offer," Clyde said.

"Tsk. I’ll say yes. And I’ll milk your resources so hard, you will regret forcing this on me!"

"Happy to hear that."

"Really, why are you meddling in my affair now? Did you become bored managing your business empire?"

"Like you, I found a muse." Clyde had indulged her a little.

She nearly choked on her wine. "No way! Who is it?! I should tell Gabin! He will be over the moon!"

"You do that, and I cut my brother’s share."

"Why does an angel like Gabin have a devil for a brother?" Georgina grumbled.

"Stick to your business." Clyde had ended the call.

Naturally, Georgina had not followed that instruction. She had quickly called Jacklin.

"Hey, your uncle’s sniffing around my class. What’s he been obsessed with lately?"

Jacklin tried to play dumb. "What? Who knows? He’s always weird."

"He specifically mentioned a freshman in fashion design."

There was a pause. Then Jacklin blurted, "The one with silver hair?"

Georgina smirked. That was all she needed. Jacklin gasped, realising her slip and had hung up.

Back in the classroom, Georgina called names off the attendance list.

When she reached Micah’s, she paused, her sharp eyes lingering on the silver-haired boy before moving on to the next name.

Micah sat upright, watching her with full attention. He had no idea this elegant woman had already signed him over to the devil.

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