Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1122: It’s Part Of My Charm

Villain Ch 1122. It's Part Of My Charm

"But it could also be that whoever she's eting with doesn't want to be seen with her. If it's a higher-up, they might want to keep their relationship off the radar," Zoe chid in, her voice thoughtful as the group continued to speculate.

Jane leaned forward, her brow furrowed in concern. "The problem is, how high up is this person?"

Shea shrugged. "I don't think it's high enough to get Vivian kicked out of the agency. If it was, there's no way Sophia wouldn't have done it already, right?" She glanced at Vivian, searching for confirmation.

Vivian, who had been mostly indifferent up until this point, tilted her head slightly, her expression cool and unbothered. "Maybe she hasn't done it yet. But it's not that serious for ."

Allen's eyes narrowed at the thought. "Would you be okay if she tried? If Sophia actually used her connection to sabotage you?"

Vivian leaned back in her chair, her expression as neutral as ever. "Honestly? My main inco isn't from the agency. That's just a side hustle for . I use it to get more engagent for my makeup channel. If she pulled sothing like that, it'd be annoying, sure, but not life-ruining." She shrugged, the slight smirk on her lips suggesting that she wasn't concerned at all.

Vivian had always been practical, calculating even, and her detachnt from the drama was a reminder that she played the long ga, always thinking several steps ahead. It wasn't that she didn't care, but more that she understood the transient nature of such situations. The agency wasn't her endga—it was just a stepping stone.

Suddenly, the door to the eting room burst open, and Larissa rushed in, her eyes wide with urgency. "Allen, the car! I saw the car!"

The room snapped to attention, everyone turning to Larissa. She was out of breath, her hair slightly disheveled from running, but the intensity in her voice made it clear that whatever she had seen was important.

Zoe stood up imdiately, her eyes locking onto Larissa's. "What car? You an Sophia's?"

Larissa nodded quickly, her eyes still wide with urgency. "Yes, the one Mark ntioned—the car that picks her up from the gym. I saw it just outside the agency, waiting for her a few hours after you left, Allen."

Allen narrowed his eyes as he asked, "Did you see who the driver was?"

Larissa let out a frustrated sigh, shaking her head. "Unfortunately, the driver just looked like… well, a driver."

The room was montarily filled with confused expressions. Several of the girls let out a collective "Huh?" sound, their faces scrunching up in a mix of confusion and mild cringe.

Vivian raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with the vague description. "What do you an, he just looked like a driver?"

Larissa shrugged as she sat down at the table, trying to explain. "It was just a professional-looking driver. You know, the kind with the cap and the uniform. Not much else to say."

Jane's eyes widened in mock disbelief. "So, wait. Sophia's new guy is… a driver?"

Larissa quickly shook her head. "No, no. Her new man has a driver."

Bella chid in, the realization dawning on her as she spoke. "So, he's a rich guy. That's what this ans."

Allen turned to Vivian, his tone more serious now. "Do you know anyone at the agency who has a driver? Soone who fits this kind of profile?"

Vivian was silent for a mont, her brow furrowed in thought. The room fell quiet as they waited for her answer. After a few seconds, she finally shook her head, her uncertainty evident. "No one cos to mind. If soone does have that kind of status, they're keeping it low-key."

Shea turned back to Larissa. "Did you manage to snap a picture? Anything we can use?"

Larissa let out a frustrated groan. "No, I didn't. It all happened so fast. By the ti I realized what was happening, the car was gone."

Alice threw her hands up in mild exasperation. "Well, that's it then. All we've got are vague descriptions and speculation. No solid clues."

Suddenly, a voice broke through the silence, casual yet with an unmistakable presence. "I don't understand why you guys are talking about her so much."

Everyone turned to see a new figure sitting on the stone table, posed coolly and confidently. It was Emma—or rather, her in-ga character, BattleGoddess. She had appeared out of nowhere, a smug grin on her face as she sat cross-legged on the table, surveying the group.

Allen shot her a flat, unimpressed stare. "Seriously?" he muttered, his voice tinged with irritation. "You just drop in like that?"

Emma smirked, leaning back slightly as if savoring her dramatic entrance. "Hey, I have to make a good grand entrance. It's part of my charm."

The others exchanged amused glances, clearly used to Emma's flair for the dramatic. Even though she wasn't always involved in their plans, when she did show up, she made sure to leave an impression.

Allen sighed, rubbing his temples. "We're in the middle of sothing, Emma. What do you want?"

"What do I want?" Emma repeated with mock surprise, her grin widening. "Oh, nothing much. I just find it funny how you're all so fixated on Sophia. Is she really that important? Or are you guys just gossiping for fun?"

Vivian raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair with a smirk. "A little of both. She's been acting suspicious, and we're trying to figure out why."

Bella chid in, crossing her arms with a casual shrug. "Talking about her has beco one of our habits sotis." She rolled her eyes dramatically. "I an, she's always doing sothing dramatic. It's like she hands us gossip on a silver platter."

Alice nodded in agreent, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin. "Yeah, not to ntion she's the one who constantly stirs the pot. Drama follows her around like a shadow. It's not really our fault if we get caught up in it."