Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives Chapter 625: Honey Trap

Villain Ch 625. Honey Trap

That statent made Mila pay attention to Noah and Jas’ conversation, the once-muted murmur now echoing with a weight she hadn’t noticed before. Despite feeling like a foreign guest, she decided to shut up and listen, unable to resist the urge to eavesdrop on the conversation.

Noah huffed, his disappointnt cutting through the air. "I realized that too. But she is too naive. She acted like a smart girl in our last eting, but look at her now. Changing the plan just like that and going straight to the worst," he said, the clarity in his disappointnt making Mila wince.

Jas raised one of his eyebrows and flashed an annoying grin at Noah. "Ever heard love could make people dumb? I bet you would feel the sa if that happened to you," Jas joked, his teasing tone adding a layer of levity to the heavy atmosphere. "I an, we’ve seen a lot of examples," he added, his words landing with a smirk that Mila could almost picture.

Noah scoffed, a confident smirk playing on his lips. "That only happens to won," he declared, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance.

Jas chid in with a casual tone. "Elio is not a woman. Likewise with Jacob. And don’t forget that duo. Darren and Liam. They are trapped by Sophia," he reminded Noah, his words serving as a reality check in their banter.

The ntion of Sophia’s manipulative tactics made Noah cringe in disgust. The mory of what they had witnessed lingered like a bad aftertaste. "Ugh, true," he groaned, reluctantly admitting that love-induced stupidity was not exclusive to one gender.

Noah’s gaze shifted to Jas, a perplexed furrow forming on his brow. "Why do you look relaxed? You know Allen has a trump card. That CCTV footage," he reminded, a hint of annoyance creeping into his tone.

*Ba-thump*

Mila’s heart kicked into overdrive as Noah brought up the dreaded CCTV footage. Her hands, previously resting in her lap, now clenched the fabric of her dress as she anxiously awaited Jas’ response. The air in the room seed to thicken, tension crackling like electricity.

"True," Jas conceded in a casual tone, his nonchalance doing little to ease Mila’s rising anxiety. "But my family is an investor. We are always ready to take the risk. Besides, I’m not sure the CCTV footage is good for Allen’s reputation. He’s just a rising model. He should avoid any bad rumors," Jas reminded, a confident voice laced with a touch of arrogance.

A self-assured smirk danced on his lips, adding to the frustration Mila felt.

"That isn’t a bad rumor for him," Noah countered, his forehead creasing with a frown. The contrast in their expressions only intensified the brewing conflict in the conversation.

Mila felt a knot forming in her stomach. The discussion unfolded like a high-stakes poker ga, each player holding their cards close, wary of revealing too much.

"No, of course. But this isn’t a good rumor either," Jas began his analysis, shrugging nonchalantly. The weight of his words hung in the air as if he were casually tossing grenades into the conversation. "So might think his act was too dramatic. After all, Mila is his fan. His act could reduce his reputation," he continued, his tone now carrying a more serious undertone.

Jas leaned back in his seat, his eyes locked on Noah, dissecting the situation with a strategic mindset. "He won’t pull his card unless we make a fatal mistake. Besides, if he wanted to destroy us, he wouldn’t have ntioned the footage to us at all. He ntioned it to threaten us. To remind us that we shouldn’t do any reckless acts next ti.

He knows he’s dealing with a big company after all," Jas concluded, his analysis a calculated revelation.

Noah lingered in a montary silence, absorbing Jas’ analysis. "True," he admitted with a huff, acknowledging the weight of their situation.

A confident grin stretched across Jas’ face as he responded, "You know my analysis is always correct." His self-assured deanor was unwavering, a signal of his belief in the precision of his strategic mind. He shot a quick glance at Mila, who had remained quiet during the journey, her thoughts spinning like a whirlwind.

"And for Mila..." Jas began, a statent that injected a fresh wave of anxiety into Mila’s already turbulent emotions. She tried to maintain a facade of calm, but Jas’ words had a way of cutting through her defenses. "You know we can use her to soften Allen’s heart. Simply sothing like a honey trap," Jas suggested, his voice dripping with intrigue.

Jas leaned back in his seat, a sly grin playing on his lips. He was pretty sure his plan would work, having keenly observed the stark difference in Allen’s deanor when faced with Mila and Sophia. Allen showed no rcy to Sophia, his stance resolute and unwavering, making it clear he wasn’t about to hand her any chances.

In contrast, when it ca to Mila, Jas had detected a subtle shift in Allen’s deanor. There was a softness, a vulnerability that hinted at a chink in the armor. It was enough for Jas to believe that Allen’s heart wasn’t impenetrably hard when it ca to Mila. But, he reminded himself, the chance was slim, as Allen was a guy with strong opinions and a level of caution that matched.

Mila’s eyes widened at the ntion of a honey trap. The term hung in the air like a shadow, and she felt the weight of the suggestion settle over her. The complexity of their corporate maneuvering beca even more apparent as Jas proposed a strategy that involved leveraging her connection with Allen.

The car rumbled on, the street passing by in a blur as Mila wrestled with the implications of Jas’ suggestion. The casualness with which he proposed manipulating emotions, even Allen’s, sent a shiver down her spine.

"No, I don’t agree with that. She’s not fit for that," Noah asserted with a firmness that etched a frown on his forehead. The tension seed to spike, the disagreent hanging in the air like an unresolved chord.

Jas, leaning forward with a nonchalant deanor, raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Why?" he asked in a relaxed tone, prompting Noah to lay bare the reasons behind his staunch refusal.