Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1352: Untouchable Doesn’t Mean Invincible

Villain Ch 1352. Untouchable Doesn't an Invincible

"Allen," Liam repeated, his tone laced with curiosity. "Why are you still so obsessed with him? He's out of your league now, isn't he? You said it yourself—he's untouchable."

Sophia's smirk faltered for the briefest mont before she masked it with another sip of coffee. "Untouchable doesn't an invincible. He's not perfect. Everyone has a weak point."

Darren's eyes flicked to Liam, who gave a nearly imperceptible nod. "And what's his?" Darren asked, his tone laced with feigned curiosity.

Sophia's lips curled into a cruel smile. "That's for to know. But don't worry—I'll figure it out. When I do, Allen will regret ever thinking he could outsmart ."

Liam leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "And we're part of this plan, huh? Your loyal pawns?"

Sophia didn't even hesitate. "Exactly. You owe . Don't forget that."

"Owe you for what?" Darren asked, his voice calm but his eyes sharp. "Dragging us into this ss? Turning our lives into a circus?"

Sophia leaned back in her chair, shrugging nonchalantly. "You knew what you were getting into. Don't act like you're innocent."

Liam exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "You're incredible, Sophia. Really. The way you twist everything to suit yourself—it's almost impressive."

She grinned. "Almost?"

Darren cut in, his tone cold. "Almost. But not enough to make up for the fact that you've turned us into scapegoats. You've been using us, Sophia. And for what? Your grudge against Allen? Your need to feel powerful?"

Sophia's grin faded, replaced by a glare. "Watch it, Darren."

Liam's voice was quiet but firm. "Or what? You'll threaten us again? Go ahead. Say it louder this ti."

Sophia's eyes narrowed, her hand tightening around her coffee cup. "Don't push , Liam."

Darren leaned back, crossing his arms. "We're not pushing you, Sophia. We're just giving you enough rope to hang yourself."

Sophia froze, her eyes darting between the two of them. Sothing flickered in her expression—doubt, maybe even fear—but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. "You're bluffing."

Darren raised an eyebrow, his expression calm and unyielding. "Am I?"

Liam leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms and smirking. "You're awfully confident for soone who's been running on borrowed ti."

Sophia's lips twisted into a forced smile. "You two are pathetic. Do you think this little act of rebellion scares ? You're just trying to save your own necks."

Darren tilted his head, his gaze steady. "Maybe. Or maybe we're finally done letting you treat us like puppets."

Sophia scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "Don't be dramatic. You wouldn't be where you are without . I'm the one who made you relevant."

Liam snorted. "Relevant? By dragging us into your ss? You didn't make us relevant, Sophia—you made us liabilities."

Sophia's jaw tightened, her hands gripping her coffee cup. "And yet, here you are, still sitting at this table, still listening to . You're nothing without ."

Darren leaned forward, his voice dangerously low. "Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night? That we owe you sothing? Because let tell you, Sophia—we don't."

She glared at him, her confidence faltering. "You think you're so clever. But you're still tied to , whether you like it or not. If I go down, you go down with ."

Liam chuckled, the sound cold and humorless. "You keep saying that like it's a fact. But here's the thing—you don't have as much power as you think you do."

Sophia's eyes narrowed. "Oh? And what makes you think that?"

Darren exchanged a glance with Liam, a silent understanding passing between them. He rested his elbows on the table, his voice steady. "Because we're not scared of you anymore. You've played your hand, Sophia. And now it's our turn."

Sophia frowned, the unease in her expression growing. "What are you talking about?"

Liam leaned closer, his smirk widening. "Let's just say we've learned a few tricks from you. Like how to turn the tables."

Sophia opened her mouth to respond, but Darren cut her off. "Do you even realize how far you've fallen? You're grasping at straws, trying to control people who don't want to be controlled anymore."

Her face flushed with anger. "You don't get to judge . You don't know what I've been through."

Liam shook his head. "Oh, we know. You've made sure we know. But that doesn't excuse what you've done. You've burned every bridge, Sophia. And now you're standing on an island, alone."

Sophia's hands trembled as she set her coffee cup down. "I'm not alone. I still have leverage. I still have options."

Darren's gaze hardened. "Keep telling yourself that. But sooner or later, you're going to realize that the only person you can bla for this ss is yourself."

Sophia's laugh was sharp and bitter. "Spare the lecture. You think you're so righteous, don't you? But you're just as guilty as I am."

Liam smirked. "Maybe. But at least we're not hiding behind threats and manipulation anymore."

Sophia's expression twisted with frustration. "You think you've won? This isn't over."

Darren shrugged, his calm deanor unwavering. "Maybe not. But it's over for us. We're done playing your gas, Sophia."

Sophia's eyes darted between them, her mind racing. "You're making a mistake."

"Are we?" Darren asked, his voice steady. He glanced at his phone, which now displayed the recording app, the tir counting upward. "Because this says otherwise."

Sophia's face drained of color, her confident façade crumbling as she stared at the screen. "You… you recorded this?"

Liam smirked, the fire returning to his eyes. "You thought you were the only one who could play dirty? Guess again."

"You bastards," she hissed, her voice low but shaking.

Darren shrugged, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "Call us whatever you want. But now, we have insurance. So go ahead, Sophia—keep threatening us. See where it gets you."

Sophia's hands trembled as she gripped the edge of the table, her mind racing. "You won't get away with this."

Liam leaned in, his voice deadly calm. "We already have."

Sophia glared at them, her chest heaving as she fought to regain control. But for the first ti, she found herself at a loss for words. Darren and Liam stood.

"Enjoy your coffee," Darren said, his tone dripping with finality.

"And good luck," Liam added, smirking as they walked away, leaving Sophia alone with her shattered confidence and a rapidly cooling cup of coffee.