From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL) Chapter 724: The One Who Watches in the Dark

In a quiet dim room, Darcy clicked his mouse once more. Another account disappeared from the comnt section. Blocked. His expression didn’t change at all.

The glow of the laptop screen reflected faintly on his face as lines of online comnts continued scrolling upward. Most were excited, so were curious, and a few were openly malicious. Darcy’s gaze moved calmly across the screen, reading each line with the sa cold patience.

Whenever a comnt crossed the line, he ruthlessly used his hacking skills and blocked them.

He didn’t argue. He didn’t waste ti replying. People who talked nonsense about Micah weren’t worth his effort.

Another notification popped up. Another user making insinuations about Micah’s character. Darcy clicked again. The action had beco almost chanical now.

His fingers moved smoothly across the keyboard, while his face remained blank and composed, as if he were doing nothing more than sorting through unimportant paperwork.

To outsiders, the entire situation probably looked chaotic and confusing. But Darcy understood it perfectly. He could see the logic behind everything that had happened today. Micah and Clyde hadn’t acted randomly.

Unbeknownst to Darcy, their actions hadn’t been preditated at all. Everything had happened on impulse. Micah had gone to him because he feared Darcy had heard about Aidan’s recent actions and might be hurt. anwhile, Clyde had only intended to tease Micah at first. But Darcy didn’t know any of that. His overthinking mind quickly began conjuring strange theories. He had read too much into it.

He thought that Micah’s sudden visit to the university earlier today and his decision to eat lunch alone with Darcy in the cafeteria had not been as casual as it looked. It was a ssage. A simple and direct way to shut down gossip.

Recently, so online gossip accounts had begun spreading rumours suggesting that Darcy was involved with Micah’s accident. So claid he had pushed Micah out of spite for stealing his identity. Others tried to twist it into sothing more dramatic. They claid it was because of a triangular romantic relationship.

Ridiculous. Still, rumours had a way of spreading like weeds if they weren’t cut down early. So Micah had handled it in the most straightforward way possible. He had shown up at the university. Walked into the cafeteria. Sat down openly with Darcy in front of everyone. They talked casually. Ate lunch. Acted exactly the way normal friends would. No secrecy. No awkward tension. No suspicious behaviour. Just two people eating a al together like any other students.

The result was imdiate. All those ridiculous rumours about Darcy’s supposed involvent with Micah had collapsed almost overnight.

Because the truth was painfully obvious. If there had really been sothing hidden between them, so jealousy or bad blood, they wouldn’t have behaved so calmly and naturally.

Darcy understood that perfectly. His gaze moved across the screen again as another discussion thread appeared.

This ti, however, the focus wasn’t on him. It was on Clyde.

Darcy’s eyes darkened slightly. The image of Micah sitting beside Clyde had already spread across almost every major platform. Unlike Micah’s university appearance, that photograph had carried a much sharper aning. It wasn’t aid at gossip bloggers or the general public.

It was ant for four specific people.

Four n. Four people who had once tried to drag Micah into their twisted world. Clyde’s move had been a direct provocation.

A silent declaration. A warning. Micah is mine.

Darcy understood the ssage clearly. That was exactly why he felt dissatisfied. His fingers paused above the keyboard as his gaze remained fixed on the laptop screen.

In his opinion, Clyde’s thod was far too gentle. Far too indirect. Far too patient.

Darcy leaned back slightly in his chair, his expression becoming colder. Clyde believed in warnings. Darcy believed in eliminating problems entirely.

From the very beginning, he had thought the most efficient solution was obvious. Those four n should simply disappear from Micah’s life. Completely. Permanently.

They were unstable. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Each one of them had wealth, power, and influence. That combination alone made them extrely troubleso. But the real problem wasn’t their resources. It was their obsession.

Darcy knew exactly how deep that obsession ran. In his mind, those four n weren’t rivals. They weren’t competitors. They were ticking bombs. Bombs that had been quietly counting down for years. At the mont, things looked calm. But what if one of them lost control again? What if one day one of them snapped? If soone with that much power decided to target Micah, the consequences could be catastrophic.

Darcy’s ebony eyes slowly narrowed. The mory of the accident flashed briefly through his mind. Micah lying on the hospital bed. Blood. Machines. Doctors rushing in and out of the room. For a brief mont that day, Micah had been frighteningly close to death.

Darcy’s fingers tightened slightly on the edge of the laptop. That single incident had changed everything. Before the accident, Darcy had already been keeping an eye on those four n. But his surveillance had been casual. Occasional. More like a precaution than a mission. He would check their movents from ti to ti. Monitor their business activities. Watch for any unusual contact with Micah. Nothing too extre.

But after the accident... Everything had changed. Darcy had shifted from casual observation to full surveillance. Now he watched them the way a hawk watched its prey. Every movent. Every eting. Every financial transaction. Every new partnership. Every suspicious conversation. Nothing escaped his attention. Darcy had built an entire network of quiet monitoring systems around them.

Because in Darcy’s mind, those four n should never be allowed to live peacefully in the sa city as Micah. Their presence alone was a threat. Even if they did nothing. Even if they stayed quiet. The possibility was still there. And that possibility was enough for Darcy. He would find a way. One day.

Everyone had weaknesses. Everyone made mistakes. It didn’t matter how careful they were. Eventually, soone would slip. Eventually, soone would leave an opening. Darcy was waiting for that mont.

Still... There was one unfortunate complication. Darcy’s gaze darkened slightly as he thought about it. Those four n rembered their past lives. Because of that, they were far more cautious than ordinary people. They understood the dangers around them. They knew what kind of mistakes they had made before. And because of that knowledge, they had already begun cleaning up their weaknesses. Old business records had disappeared. Forr connections had been quietly cut off. Loose ends had been tied one by one.

Any vulnerability that Darcy might have used against them had been carefully buried. At the mont, the situation was balanced. Darcy didn’t have the upper hand. But that didn’t an he was losing. Not at all.

Darcy slowly closed one of the browser tabs on his screen. His face remained calm. He glanced at the recent footage of Micah visiting the McKay household. At first, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Why would Micah seek out Leo?

A sense of betrayal rose in his chest. But slowly, reason overpowered his emotions.

He should have known. Micah had a kind heart, pure as spring water. Leo’s older brother had probably used his connections to bring Micah there. Seeing Clyde arriving to pick Micah up had finally eased his unease.

Right. Clyde would never let Micah get close to them. There must have been sothing Micah couldn’t refuse.

Darcy closed the footage and leaned back. He needed to speed things up before soone else used Micah’s sympathy against him again. Still, Darcy wasn’t the type to rush into action without preparation.

If the opportunity didn’t exist yet... He would simply create one. Sooner or later, one of those n would make a mistake and fall into his trap. And when that mont ca, Darcy would be ready to tear them apart.

His eyes grew colder as the thought settled in his mind. Because he had not forgotten anything. Not the manipulation. Not the humiliation. Not the countless tis Darcy had been pushed, cornered, and treated like sothing that belonged to them. Those mories were still there.

Darcy was not discouraged by the current stalemate. Not in the slightest. If anything, it only made him more determined.

One day... Those four n would understand exactly how it felt.

The fear. The helplessness. The suffocating pressure.

Darcy would make sure they tasted their own dicine, the one they had forced down Micah’s and his own throats again and again.

And when that day finally arrived... None of them would be able to escape it.