From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 633: Micah’s Miscalculation Continued

Leo followed Clyde from the entrance with no intention of hiding it.

He didn’t bother pretending he was heading somewhere else. He walked a few steps behind Clyde, close enough that he could see the man’s broad shoulders and the smooth, controlled way he moved through the hallway, as if the entire place belonged to him.

Leo’s jaw was tight.

Even after his deliberately provocative words at the entrance had failed to draw a reaction, he still hadn’t given up. He wanted to see Micah. He needed to see him. And the best way to find Micah was to stick to the man who was obviously connected to him.

Clyde had noticed him long ago. Leo was sure of it.

If Clyde really wanted to, he could have turned around and called security, embarrassed Leo right there at the entrance. It would have taken only one gesture from a man of Clyde’s calibre to get rid of him.

Instead, he had pretended not to notice, as if Leo were nothing more than background noise. Worse, he had acted as if he had no idea who Leo was talking about.

That indifference, that fake cluelessness, made Leo even angrier.

In his mind, ugly images kept forming, twisting themselves into something dark and sick. Clyde, a powerful man at the top of the food chain. Micah, a beautiful, isolated young man with no real backing. The way Clyde hovered around him.

Leo’s hands curled into fists.

Was he making Micah dress up as a girl? Was he parading him around like some private toy?

The thought made bile rise in Leo’s throat.

It was disgusting.

His glare bored into Clyde’s back as they left the bright, noisy auction hall and moved toward a quieter corridor. The music and chatter faded, replaced by soft footsteps and the hum of the building.

When Clyde headed toward the elevators and then didn’t press any button, instead turning toward the second-floor access, Leo felt a spark of grim satisfaction.

"So you’re finally dropping the act," Leo muttered. "Tired of pretending to be civil?"

The second floor was quieter, almost empty, with dimmer lighting and fewer guests wandering around. Leo was ready to be ambushed or something. He had thought he had struck a cord on the man’s nerves finally. But Clyde pretended he didn’t hear him and went to the stairwells. Leo followed step by step.

Leo snorted, continuing to rant. "What, planning to corner me up here? You think no one will notice?"

Clyde didn’t answer.

That only made Leo more determined.

"Why are you doing this to him?" Leo demanded, his voice echoing slightly in the empty stairwell. "You don’t even look at him like you care. Is this what rich people do? Buy someone and then show them off?"

Still no reply.

Clyde kept walking, one hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone, his expression unreadable.

Leo laughed harshly. "What? Too high and mighty to talk? You think just because you have money and connections you can do whatever you want?"

Leo thought even if he had no power, at least he could annoy Clyde until he snapped. Surely he would tell the reason or lash his anger toward him.

Earlier, Leo had overlooked one important detail. His manager worked for La Riviere Media before, which meant Micah’s company was funded by Clyde as well. Clyde knew exactly who Leo was and who he belonged to. He would not beat him up.

Leo did not assume that Clyde had helped Micah as a form of love or cherishing. It was more like he wanted control even over Micah’s company and source of income.

Clyde stopped at the door leading out to the second-floor balcony.

He didn’t turn around right away. He glanced down at his phone, as if reading something important.

Then he spoke, his voice flat and cold.

"Are you going to add stalking to your résumé too?"

Leo leaned against the railing, tilting his head with a mocking smile. "Oh? You finally noticed me? I was starting to think I was invisible."

"I’m not in the mood to provide a free psychological session for a mentally unstable celebrity," Clyde said. "Go back downstairs."

"Make me." Leo shot back.

Clyde didn’t even look at him. He pushed open the door and stepped out onto the second floor.

For half a second, he stumbled, as if something tripped him. His posture bent, grasping the wall.

Leo frowned, then stepped out after him. He glanced at Clyde for a second, puzzled. And that was when he heard it.

A woman’s cry. Sharp, frightened, desperate. "Let me go!"

Leo’s head snapped toward the sound. His heart dropped straight into his stomach. He never expected to walk into something like this.

The moment he turned onto the balcony, he saw it. A silver-haired figure was backed against the railing, her posture tense and frightened. She was struggling in a torn black qipao as a man gripped her.

The man stood too close, his hand gripping her wrist. It took Leo only a second to recognise her face beneath the dim lights.

Micah. Or rather, Micah wearing Asena’s disguise.

His breath hitched.

And the man touching him... Noas. The same young man who had blocked him earlier, claiming to be his fan, smiling sweetly, pretending to be harmless.

Leo’s stomach twisted violently.

A memory surged up without warning...the feeling of being cornered, trapped, the disgusting weight of someone else’s hands on him when his own manager had tried to force himself on him in the past. The panic, the helplessness, the nausea, all of it crashed into him at once.

His breathing went shallow. His vision blurred. He shoved Clyde aside roughly and sprinted toward them. "Let go of him..." Leo muttered, his voice shaking.

But before he could do anything, someone else had reached out and punched the assailant.

"You fucking bastard!" Archie roared. "You think you can assault a girl and get away with it?!"

"I didn’t!" Noas struggled wildly. "You’re misunderstanding! She came onto me first! She..."

"Shut the hell up!" Archie punched him again. "I saw everything!"

Noas cried out, hands scrambling. "I didn’t do anything! Let go of me!"

Leo grabbed Noas by the collar and shoved him back into Archie. "Liar!"

The balcony exploded into chaos. People shouted. Someone screamed. Guests started gathering, phones coming out.

That was when Nabil Lobart pushed through the crowd.

"Noas!"

Noas was hysterical now, thrashing wildly. "Stop hitting me! Brother! Help me!"

Nabil ran forward, face pale, eyes wild, and grabbed his younger brother, trying to pull him out of Archie’s grip.

"What’s going on?" Nabil demanded. "Why are you attacking him?!"

Archie shoved Noas back instead. "Your brother just tried to assault her!"

"That’s a lie!" Noas screamed. "They attacked me first!"

Leo pointed at him, shaking with rage. "I saw him grab her! I saw it!"

Nabil looked between them, panic tightening his features. "Noas, tell me what happened!"

Noas clutched his sleeve. "They’re framing me! That woman seduced me and then screamed! I didn’t do anything!"

Archie barked a bitter laugh. "You think we’re blind?"

"Enough!" Nabil snapped. "You don’t get to beat him like animals without proof!"

A tense silence fell.

Then someone in the crowd spoke. "Check the CCTV."

Noas’s expression shifted, confidence flashing in his eyes. Even if the system was down, he had ordered the footage blocked. So he readily agreed. "Yeah. Check it! You can see he threw the first punch!"

Gu Donghai exchanged a glance with Aidan and nodded to a staff member.

Minutes later, a tablet was brought over.

They pulled up the footage on a nearby screen. The video played, grainy but clear enough. It showed Noas approaching Micah, talking to him, then moving closer. It showed Micah trying to step back. It showed Noas grabbing his wrist, pulling him in, trapping him against the railing.

Aidan let out a low, disgusted laugh.

"Wow," he said, turning to Nabil. "With how loudly your little brother was screaming about being innocent, for a second I almost believed him. But damn. Look at this. He was one step away from actually doing it, and he still has the nerve to deny it."

Nabil stared at the screen, his face draining of colour.

Aidan’s expression hardened. His dislike for Lobarts outshone his annoyance with Asena from the earlier dispute in the auction hall. Even though he was frustrated, he loathed this kind of low deed more.

"How? Why?!" Noas stammered, unable to understand how the CCTV footage was still there. Didn’t the system hack it?

Nabil opened his mouth, then closed it again. There was nothing he could say. The evidence was too clear. He wanted to talk it out in private, settling it quietly, but the appearance of the police stunned him.

Police officers arrived quickly, pushing through the crowd. They assessed the scene in seconds and moved straight toward Noas.

"You’re under arrest for sexual assault," one officer said.

"What? No! I didn’t...!" Noas struggled as they grabbed him.

Nabil followed helplessly as they dragged Noas away, shouting his name.

Archie and Leo followed as they were witnesses.

Another officer turned to Micah and Clyde. "Are you alright? We’ll need you to come with us to file a statement."

Clyde tightened his arms around Micah, looking at him.

Then a calm, flat voice was heard.

"Officer," Silas said as he stepped forward, "I’m a doctor. Let me examine her first."

Micah and Clyde both flinched.

Before either of them could protest, the officer nodded. "Alright."

Clyde’s grip on Micah tightened like he was guarding something precious, his body tense and defensive as Silas stepped closer.

Micah felt cold dread crawl up his spine. His plan had got out of hand completely. They could not refuse Silas in front of all these people. It would seem like they were hiding something.

Why was Silas here too? He wailed loudly in his head. No! More importantly, why the hell was he butting into his business?

Did he recognise him?