From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)
Chapter 130: Meet in Person? For What Exactly?

Chapter 130: Meet in Person? For What Exactly?

Jacklin and Dean stepped through the grand entrance of the Du Pont mansion, their footsteps echoing against the polished marble floor. The hallway lights were dimmed, casting soft shadows across the vast empty house. They both spotted their uncle seated on the living room couch, a rare sight for him. Most of the time, their uncle preferred to stay at the study. Was he waiting for them?

Clyde’s back was straight, tablet in hand, eyes glued to the screen with a focused frown. His fingers moved quickly, scrolling and tapping with a practice ease.

Well, maybe they were overthinking it. Clyde didn’t look like someone waiting for them.

Clyde barely looked up when they came in. "How was the dinner?" he asked, voice low and indifferent.

Dean took off his coat and popped into a chair. "Not bad. It seemed Emile’s roommates were okay."

Clyde raised an eyebrow. "Even that silver-haired one?"

Dean stiffened. "No, I didn’t mean him! He wasn’t even there..." his voice trailed off mid-sentence as Clyde turned his head away, his attention already shifting back to the tablet like the conversation never happened.

Dean sat frozen, baffled, and a little frustrated. What just happened? He didn’t bring Micah up, Clyde did! So why was he treating him like he was air?

He turned slowly toward Jacklin, his eyes wide in disbelief.

Jacklin gave him a look and inhaled slowly. She stepped closer to Clyde, folding her hands behind her back. "Little Uncle, Dean and I are going to leave tomorrow morning. I was thinking... Asena might want to return the container. Would be alright if I told her to give it back to you directly?"

The tapping stopped. "Alright," Clyde replied without hesitation.

Jacklin and Dean were stunned as their uncle readily agreed. They thought he would outright refuse.

"Oh... then... thank you!" Jacklin stammered. Her hand grabbed Dean’s sleeve, quickly dragging him out of the living room. "Come with me," she hissed under her breath.

As soon as they turned the corner and were out of earshot, Jacklin turned toward Dean.

"What was that? It was really our Little Uncle sitting there?"

"Yeah, it was really strange! He was the one who asked about Micah first. Then he just shut down? And now he agreed to meet Asena like it was nothing!" Dean whispered back.

"What a pity we are leaving. I am dying of curiosity. Do you think little uncle decided to go after her?" Jacklin said, her eyes dreamy.

"Feels like it. We should make sure Micah is distracted that day and not ruin Little Uncle’s date with Asena..." Dean said.

"Let’s get Emile to keep an eye on him. Or better, help make an opportunity for him to hang out with that black-haired boy." Jacklin added with a sly grin.

"Good idea. We can set it up so they spend more time together. Micah won’t even notice what’s happening! We shouldn’t let this chance slip by." Dean continued after a pause.

"Did she ask about returning the container?"

"No, but don’t worry about that. I’ll just text her and tell her to bring it back." Jacklin’s tone was confident.

"Perfect," Dean said with a grin. "Then that’s the plan."

They bumped fists and headed off to their rooms, already thinking about what to pack.

Meanwhile, back in the living room, Clyde sat still for a moment. A quiet satisfaction tugged at the corner of his mouth.

So Micah had stayed at the dorm. Good.

He reached for his phone and stared at the screen. Micah’s contact name sat at the top of his chat list.

He had never initiated a casual conversation with anyone. What should he even say? He couldn’t bring up Emile’s dinner. That would reveal his identity.

The reason he had accepted Jacklin’s offer was to give Micah a bit of space without any stress. But he wasn’t sure if he should appear in front of Asena or not. A small part of him wanted to tease Micah. And that was a surprise even to himself.

In the end, he set the phone aside, without sending anything.

His eyes flickered to the tablet screen, where a document titled ’Trial of a new drug on autoimmune disease.’ was still open. The logo of La Riviere Pharmaceutical stood at the top. They had moved to phase three. Volunteers were needed for the clinical trials.

Normally, he wouldn’t get involved in a project like this. He left that to the medical teams. But something in the back of his mind urged him to push this forward, to pay attention to it. Maybe it was just instinct. Maybe it was something more.

Clyde reached down and tugged gently at the wooden prayer beads around his wrist. The familiar motion calmed him. Then he quickly revised the proposal and approved it. The order was sent to the hospital to begin the trial as soon as possible.

Just as he was about to close the tablet, his new phone buzzed.

Clyde blinked.

A WeChat friend request popped up. The name made him raise an eyebrow.

RogueOverlord.

Clyde’s eyes softened. He had made this WeChat account as a backup, just in case. The name was plain- just "CL." Nothing more.

He accepted the request without hesitation. The message came right after.

RogueOverlord: Thank you for the meal. It was delicious.

Then another notification. A money transfer.

RogueOverlord: I sent you the bill for the hospital.

CL: In a bit of a rush, weren’t you? No matter, I’ll be collecting a favour soon.

RogueOverlord: I am not accepting anything outrageous.

CL: Relax, it’s well within your capabilities, not that I’m setting the bar high.

RogueOverlord: Now, I am pissed!

CL: Consider this a valuable lesson: next time, maybe skip the junk food.

RogueOverlord: Who said it was because of that? Seriously you are a pain in the ass!

CL: Ah, such reverence for your elders. Our education system truly is in decline.

RogueOverlord: I’m done talking with you! Good night!

Clyde chuckled under his breath. Micah had chosen the easiest way out, ending the conversation with a dramatic farewell. As expected.

He placed the phone on the table and leaned back, ready to get back to work.

Buzz.

Another notification.

Clyde’s private phone lit up.

He glanced down and a vein in his temple throbbed.

RogueOverlord: Hey...About our last conversation, I’ve done some thinking. I want to meet you in person.

Clyde pinched the bridge of his nose. Didn’t Micah just say ’good night’? So why was he texting Aidan Wilson now?!

Meet in person? For what exactly?

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