From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 632: He Had Planned Everything… Except Them

Micah was on the floor. That much he was keenly aware of.

Cold marble pressed against his palms, the faint grit of dust clinging to his skin, his long hair tangled messily over his shoulders. He had meant to fall, every movement, every stagger, every fake slip had been carefully calculated to sell the scene, but lying here now, watching everything spiral out of control, he felt something dangerously close to genuine disbelief.

No. Not disbelief.

Shock. Pure, unfiltered, bone-deep shock.

Because the person currently beating the absolute shit out of Noas Lobart was not who Micah had expected.

He had assumed it would be Clyde. If not him, it would be Darcy.

Why was Archie here instead?

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Archie’s fist slammed into Noas’s face again, snapping the man’s head to the side with a wet crack. Noas staggered, barely managing to stay on his feet before Archie grabbed him by the collar and drove his knee up into his stomach.

"Stay the hell away from her!" Archie roared, his voice ripping through the stunned silence of the balcony like broken glass.

Micah’s eyes widened. A memory from his first life flashed in front of his eyes, when Noas had attacked him in front of those four scum.

Inwardly, he shook his head hard.

No, this wasn’t right. It was different. He had orchestrated the whole charade this time.

His mind raced, instinctively retracing every step of the plan he had so carefully laid out.

First: lure the transmigrator here using Darcy.

Second: act heartbroken and vulnerable, baiting him into lowering his guard.

Third: keep him from activating his cheat skills.

Fourth: bring Clyde, aka the system disruptor, into close proximity, forcing the system to glitch and shut down.

Fifth: let the confrontation escalate into a public incident of sexual harassment.

Sixth: ruin Noas’s reputation, drag the Lobart family into scandal, and hand La Riviere a clean excuse to crush them in Isatis City.

Seventh, optional but ideal: get Noas arrested.

Micah thought that if he put Noas behind bars it would be even better!

Everything had been perfect. Seamless.

Micah had even planted Darcy near the CCTV feed to ensure the footage would be recorded and spread. Noas wouldn’t just be humiliated, he would be finished. He wouldn’t be able to show his face in the upper circles again.

By minimising his freedom, Micah thought he could trap the transmigrator and the system.

From his past life, he knew what Nabil Lobart would do, he knew if Nabil had to choose between his precious little brother and the Lobart Group, what would be the outcome.

Micah already knew what the man would pick. He always picked Noas.

That obsessive, sick devotion had shielded Noas before, and in the end, those four scumbags had destroyed Lobart companies. It would be the same.

Yes. Micah could fake an accident and kill Noas. He had thought about it. Faked a car accident. Pushed down the stairs. Broken neck. Drowning.

But first, he wasn’t heartless or morally corrupted to be able to do this kind of act.

Second, he knew full well how much Nabil cared for his little brother. That was borderline obsessive and creepy.

So if he hurt Noas, Micah was worried Nabil would come after him and his loved one for revenge.

It was better to pull out the claws, rip off the full set of teeth of a predator than to corner it.

Anyway, Micah was sure his plan was waterproof. But what he had not anticipated was the arrival of Archie.

"FUCKING LET GO OF ME!" Noas screamed as Archie slammed him against the wall.

Micah blinked. How the hell had Archie even found him? As if this wasn’t enough, Micah met with another set of eyes.

Leo took one look at him and rushed toward Noas.

Micah’s mouth parted.

Leo grabbed Noas by the arm and wrenched him backward, shoving him into Archie’s waiting fist. The impact echoed through the marble hallway.

Leo gritted his teeth, eyes blazing, and kicked the man hard without a word.

The crowd around them was starting to form: staff, guests, waiters, phones already lifted in shaky hands. Murmurs rippled through the air like electricity.

"What’s happening?"

"Holy shit! That’s Noas Lobart!"

"Did he—?"

"Isn’t she the La Rivière president’s date?"

"Oh my god!"

Micah barely heard them. His mind was still reeling. This wasn’t in the script.

Footsteps pounded toward him.

"Mi...Asena!" Clyde dropped to his knees beside him, his blond hair dishevelled, his eyes burning with panic and fury. He reached for Micah but hesitated, like he was afraid of hurting him.

"Are you alright?" Clyde demanded. "Did he touch you?"

Micah stared at him for half a second too long. He continued to act, looking shocked, panicked and teary, but inside he was dissing Clyde.

Fool! Did he just try to call him Micah? And more importantly, where the hell had he been? Why did he arrive a step behind Archie and Leo?

Micah had texted Clyde to follow Darcy’s instructions. And by the events that had unfolded, it was obvious that Darcy had been following his movements on the CCTV, and with Micah’s hint, he had sent Clyde through the stairwell to reach him.

The stairwell was on the left side of the balcony. And Micah knew that with the close range of Clyde, the system would shut off.

Up until now, everything had gone exactly as he’d planned.

But he still could not fathom why Clyde was a step behind. But right now was not the time to question that.

Micah swallowed hard and leaned into Clyde’s arms, letting the man pull him up. A large jacket fell over his shoulders, hiding the torn qipao and the exposed skin of his leg.

"Y-yeah..." Micah whispered weakly, clutching Clyde’s sleeve.

His green tea act was full on. But under the jacket, his eyes flicked sideways.

Leo. Archie. Of all people. Why were they here? Did they remember something?

No. He was in a girl’s disguise. It was different from their first life.

Micah felt Clyde stiffen. His hands were trembling, not with fear, but with restrained rage.

Oh well, he knew he would get an earful from Clyde.

But he could not explain his plan beforehand. The restriction on the system and its host was something he could not tell Clyde or Darcy.

"Are you hurt?" Clyde asked again, voice hoarse.

Micah averted his gaze, feeling guilty.

"My ankle..."

It wasn’t a lie. When he had twisted away from Noas earlier, he had genuinely lost his balance. Sharp pain still throbbed through it.

Clyde’s jaw clenched. "I’m taking you to the hospital."

Micah squeezed his arm, stopping him. "Wait a few more minutes," he whispered, eyes pleading.

Clyde’s expression hardened. He shut his eyes for a second, controlling his emotions.

"Fine. You have a lot of explaining to do...." he mumbled under his breath.

Meanwhile, across them, with every second, Noas’s demeanour became more frantic, realising how bad his situation looked.

"Sys—!" Noas choked.

Nothing answered.

"System?!" The transmigrator yelled, still calling for it. "Where the hell did you go? I’m your host!"

"Useless piece of junk! Am I really going to get screwed here?!"

In Micah’s head, there was too much noise. The transmigrator was really losing his shit.

As if he sensed something, Noas’s eyes turned toward Micah and Clyde.

Micah met his eyes and flashed him a smirk from an angle no one could see.

As if right on cue, he heard the transmigrator’s voice in his head again.

"No... what? How? This was a trap?" he stammered. Then Noas’s eyes widened as if he had pieced together the missing puzzle.

"No freaking way! The last time it was near these two!" the transmigrator said, belatedly realising that the system had shut down earlier when he had walked toward the blond man and her.

The last thread of rationality snapped, eyes turning red. As if he had gained a massive strength, he lunged toward Micah.

"Hold him!" Someone barked.

Archie reached out and tackled him.

Noas tried to struggle, but Archie slammed him back down, knee digging into his spine.

Noas still put up a fight to free himself.

"Stay still," Archie growled, his vein bulging as he pressed him harder to the ground. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Noas spat blood and laughed weakly. "You have no idea who you just messed with... wait until I make a hell out of her life and yours..."

Leo couldn’t tolerate it any longer and snapped. "Shut up. You pig! Talk one more word and you’ll see whose life will be hell."

After seeing how unstable the young man was, Guests were backing away now, whispers turning into open shouts.

"Call security!"

"Someone call the police!"

Gu Donghai and Aidan arrived at the edge of the crowd, their expressions darkening.

"What the hell is going on?" Aidan demanded. He walked toward them and stopped short.

With one look, he recognised the young man on the ground.

Gu Donghai stood beside him, rubbing his forehead in dismay. The situation was a complete disaster. On one side was Nabil Lobart’s younger brother. On the other hand was the companion of the La Riviere president, the Du Pont patriarch.

He didn’t even know how he could smooth things out without offending anyone.