Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives-Chapter 1059: The Only Way I Know to Survive

Villain Ch 1059. The Only Way I Know to Survive

Allen straightened his posture. His expression was serious. "Let's be real here," he said, his tone more serious now. "I'm just a pro gamer. Yes, I've won an international tournament, but that's not exactly the kind of accomplishment that would make a billionaire hand over his daughter to me." He shook his head, the logic of it almost laughable when spoken aloud.

"Jordan Goldborne would choose someone from a wealthy family, someone with status, power, and connections. Someone like your brother, Marcus or James. Not a random gamer like me."

Mila's face flushed, embarrassment creeping in as she realized how far-fetched her assumption had been. She stammered, "Y-you have a point there…"

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Allen watched her, his gaze softening. He could see the conflict in her eyes, the way her emotions warred with reason. He understood why she might've thought such a thing—after all, the world she lived in was full of arranged marriages and strategic partnerships.

"You know…" he spoke again, his voice quieter now but still firm. "I don't get it. Why are you so worried about that? You know I have relationships with several women, right?" It was a question he genuinely didn't understand. "Why are you so concerned about Emma Goldborne?"

He knew that James and her brother were aware of his relationships, so it made no sense to him why this—Emma Goldborne—would be the thing to throw her off balance. Surely, if Mila had known about the others, what difference did it make?

Mila lowered her gaze for a moment. "Yes," she began, her voice quieter, almost hesitant. "But… They were all common people. Ordinary women, not from wealthy, powerful families." Her eyes flicked back up to meet his. "I know the only one from a wealthy family is a girl named Zoe."

At that, Allen couldn't help but smirk, his eyes narrowing slightly with amusement. He wasn't surprised. Mila had clearly done her homework, likely digging into his life in ways most people wouldn't bother to. Her attention to detail was impressive, even if it bordered on obsession. "You really are obsessed with me, aren't you?" he asked, half-teasing but also genuinely curious.

Mila's face flushed at his words, embarrassment and defensiveness mingling in her expression. "I'm not obsessed," she muttered, though even she didn't sound entirely convinced. "At least, not as bad as your ex," she added, unsure. "I just… wanted to know what was going on with you. You keep so much of your life hidden," she defended herself.

Then her tone turned softer. Once again, she lowered her gaze. "Still… even after all of that, I didn't know a lot of things about you. I thought I knew the Allen in the game and real life, but then… suddenly you show up with this different version of you." She flicked her gaze to him. "This representative for the Goldborne family."

Allen sighed softly, his brow furrowing slightly. He knew he didn't owe her an explanation—not officially—but he could see that this was about more than just curiosity. He was about to speak but Mila opened her mouth again.

She hugged her arms under her chest, emphasizing her figure, or her full size chest, to be precise. "I mean, if it's just about body and beauty like Vivian, I won't lose," she said, her voice filled with a mix of frustration and insecurity. "My size is bigger than hers."

Allen's eyes flicked downward for a split second at her chest before he quickly diverted his gaze back to her face. He cleared his throat, feeling slightly thrown off by her sudden, bold comparison. 'What was she even saying?' he thought, his mind spinning. Yes, he knew she was right, but it sounded so wrong. Why did it suddenly turn into a chest size comparison?

Mila pressed on, her face flushing slightly but her determination unshaken. "And I'm not less rich than Zoe," she continued, her tone growing more serious. "But Emma… she's in a different league. She's on a different level." Her words were laced with a mixture of admiration and anxiety, as if Emma Goldborne represented some unreachable height she could never hope to compete with.

For a moment, Allen just stood there, utterly speechless. He could feel the laughter threatening to rise again, but this time it wasn't from amusement—it was from disbelief. Mila had always been straightforward, but this was beyond anything he had anticipated.

He swallowed the laughter, managing to keep his expression somewhat serious, though his eyes sparkled with bemusement. "Right…" Allen said slowly, trying to wrap his head around her strange line of thinking. "I can only say it's not what you see or think."

Mila blinked, her eyes narrowing in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Allen ran a hand through his hair, exhaling softly. "Mila, this isn't about body comparisons or who's wealthier. You're taking this in a direction it doesn't need to go. None of this is about competing with Emma or anyone else." His voice was firm but kind, trying to steer her away from the bizarre assumptions she was making.

Mila's lips parted, ready to defend herself, but Allen spoke again, stopping her. "I know you're worried, but you're seeing this situation through the wrong lens."

Her face softened, the bravado she had built up slowly crumbling under his calm explanation. "So, it's not like that?" Mila asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Allen shook his head gently, meeting her gaze. "It's not like that." He took a breath, steadying himself. "And like I said, my relationship with the Goldborne family has nothing to do with Emma Goldborne. Also… I never saw someone's wealth or status as a reason to be with them," Allen continued, his voice growing quieter, more introspective. "Maybe it's because I used to be poor.

Or maybe it's because my life was once in chaos, and back then, none of those things mattered."

"I'm a guarded person, Mila," Allen admitted, a slight frown crossing his face. "I have bad trust issues. And that's not something I hide. In fact, I've never hesitated to show it to someone who's tried to pull a trick on me or strangers who've just entered my life." His eyes darkened slightly as he spoke. "It's not because I don't want to trust people.

It's because that's the only way I know to survive."