Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 1640: Haunted Real Estate Ad?

Villain Ch 1640. Haunted Real Estate Ad?

The car slowed as the city lted into curated nature—gravel trails and wide-open air, the scent of fresh earth mixing with floral perfus and caffeine from the crew’s early-morning thermoses.

They passed a long stone wall covered in ivy and then slipped into a secluded lot tucked behind a faux-ruined gate. It looked like sothing out of a magazine shoot for old money nostalgia—half overgrown, half ticulously arranged to look overgrown.

Kai cleared his throat from the driver’s seat. "We’ve arrived, sir."

Allen didn’t answer at first. His eyes had already picked out the ones who didn’t belong.

Too-clean sneakers. Phones angled too carefully. Soone pretending to sip coffee, but the cup was empty. A woman pretending to laugh at nothing, eyes darting toward the cars.

Reporters.

Journalists pretending to be passersby.

They were everywhere.

Allen reached into his pocket, pulled out his sunglasses, and slid them on with one smooth motion. The tint was just enough to hide the shift in his gaze—the one that scanned faces like potential threats and weighed angles like weak points.

"I know," he said coolly.

The car rolled to a stop.

The second vehicle, the one with his guard detail, pulled in behind and parked in perfect sync.

One of the guards stepped forward, opened the door. Allen stepped out.

Sunlight hit him like a cara flash—sharp and warm. The breeze ran its fingers through his hair. The sky above was a painter’s soft wash of blue and gold.

And just like that, the crowd reacted.

The mont his boots hit the gravel, it began.

A shuffle. A murmur. Then a wave of people surged toward him.

"Mr. Goldborne! Just a quick interview?"

"Is it true your mother was from the commoner?"

"Why still model? You’re already—"

"Is it true you were raised outside the core estate?"

"Just one answer, please! Are you dating Mila Sterlinghart?"

Allen didn’t respond. Not even a glance. He walked forward like they didn’t exist—clean, confident, with that impossible air of too much.

His guards moved fast. Not violent, but firm. Blocking bodies with a practiced rhythm. The photographers tried again, looping around, hoping for a quote.

Allen huffed, lips twitching slightly behind the glasses.

’Never thought this kind of life would co to .’

He rembered the days he used to solo queue dungeons at midnight and eat cup noodles while watching economic thrillers on mute.

Now? People were writing think pieces about his belt buckles.

He walked past the press pit and into the photo shoot periter.

The difference was imdiate.

Here, the noise faded. Crew in black t-shirts moved with silent precision. Makeup stations lined one edge of the outdoor ruins setup. Fold-out tables held props: gold watches, half-lit cigars, wine glasses that weren’t wine.

The the today: Long-lost heir. CEO gone rogue. Lover or traitor?

Allen rolled his shoulders once, still walking.

Of course it fit him.

The shoot director spotted him and gave a frantic wave. Allen just nodded once, bypassing him completely, heading for the temporary dressing room—really just a tinted-glass trailer parked right next to the stone structure being used as the shoot backdrop.

The ruins weren’t real, obviously. Stylized columns. Moss curated like runway makeup. A shallow fountain glimred with unnatural blue tint, probably mana-enhanced to get that mystical shimr the cara loved.

Still, Allen didn’t understand why they chose outdoor today.

Wind was unpredictable. Light shifted. Heat ant makeup touch-ups every ten minutes.

It was inefficient.

anwhile... Across the courtyard, just outside the won’s trailer parked under a neatly arranged canopy, two figures stepped into the sun-dappled clearing.

Mila let out a small sigh and adjusted the strap of her soft beige bag, the one lined in faux fur she insisted on carrying even if all it had inside was her phone, gum, and her lucky gloss.

"I don’t get it," she muttered, her eyes squinting at the setup—cara cranes, a few white bounce sheets clinging to their poles in the breeze, half a stone archway arranged with faux ivy, and one absolutely unnecessary vintage convertible parked on a slope. "This shoot was supposed to be indoors, right? Why’d they move it outside last minute?"

Vivian let out a matching sigh and twirled a strand of black hair around one finger. "I don’t know either. I got the update two days ago at like midnight. No reason. Just... ’Location Change: Ruins of Elaris Estate, 7:30 AM Call Ti.’"

"Yeah," Mila grumbled. "What kind of CEO even strolls around a ruin in the morning? Like is that supposed to be... a taphor?"

Vivian chuckled. "Maybe if it were at dawn. Or sunset. I could get that. Golden hour stuff. Romance. Mystery. But this?" She gestured at the sun, already high and glaring. "This is just hot."

"I’m sweating already." Mila looked down at her blouse, brushing away invisible specks. "And the the’s weird. CEO... in a ruined estate? Is it supposed to be like... dramatic trauma core?"

Vivian tilted her head. "Could be Bell."

Mila blinked. "You think this is about him?"

"Maybe," Vivian said with a shrug. "It’d track. He’s been trying to keep Allen away from Sophia. Probably thought moving him sowhere remote and inconvenient would reduce the chance of any ’accidental’ etups."

"But Sophia’s still in the agency, right?"

"Last I checked." Vivian crossed her arms. "Still slithering around."

"Ugh," Mila muttered. "I swear, if she tries to show up..."

Vivian didn’t answer. She was looking at the set again, her brows furrowing.

The ruins were fake. The fountain had that weird, overly-clean shimr, like it was ant for a perfu ad. And the columns... God, the columns looked like they were stolen from a Greek-thed resort.

"This doesn’t feel like a CEO set," Vivian said, rubbing her temple. "It feels like we’re doing a haunted real estate ad."

"Sa," Mila muttered. "But hey. At least we’re with him."

Vivian raised a brow.

Mila turned to her, eyes shining with barely-restrained energy. "I an this is my first photoshoot with Allen. You’ve done a few already, so maybe it’s not a big deal for you, but for ? I’m freaking out inside."