Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 1662. Am I Doing The Right Thing? (Magic Castle Bonus)

The car slid smoothly down the quiet, private road as the Sterlinghart estate slowly disappeared in the rearview mirror.

Inside the vehicle, the silence was comfortable— heavy, but not suffocating.

Allen leaned back against the leather seat, resting one elbow against the window, his gaze distant. The reflection of the city lights flickered across the glass as they drove.

Kai glanced at him briefly through the rearview mirror, reading the atmosphere like the professional shadow he was.

Then Allen spoke, voice low, thoughtful.

"What do you think, Kai?"

Kai raised a brow in the mirror. "About…?"

"Am I doing the right thing?"

Kai didn't answer immediately. Instead, he asked carefully, "Are you asking me as your butler… or…?"

Allen's lips twitched faintly. "Personal. A friend."

That alone was rare. Very rare.

Kai straightened slightly in his seat, his tone shifting.

Allen's eyes drifted back out the window as he exhaled. "I feel like I want to do more… but reckless movement might have consequences. Not just for me — but for the entire Goldborne family."

His voice was softer now. Lower. Almost conflicted.

"I cherish Emma. Dad. The name we've built." He paused briefly, eyes narrowing slightly at the cityscape. "I don't want to be reckless and jeopardize what we have. I won't risk the legacy. Not when I know how easily even one mistake could cause the entire tower to shake."

Kai was silent for a moment. He understood better than most what Allen carried behind all his smiles.

Finally, Kai spoke, his tone calm. "I got it, sir. But… from my point of view, you're doing the right thing."

Allen glanced at him now through the mirror.

Kai continued. "You keep everything vague. Balanced. You don't overpromise. You're waiting for the right signals. The green light. Yet at the same time, you make sure she feels special. Safe."

Allen exhaled, fingers tapping lightly against his knee. "I feel like… playing with her heart."

Kai chuckled softly.

Allen narrowed his eyes in the mirror, mockingly. "Hey, I mean it."

"I know." Kai smiled faintly. "It's just… I never thought I'd hear something like this from you, sir."

Allen allowed himself a soft, crooked grin. "Yeah… I'm also surprised."

Kai tilted his head slightly. "Do you play her heart?"

Allen shook his head slowly, voice calm. "No. I'm trying to find where the safe distance is. Just… one step closer at a time. Until I know exactly where we both stand. Until everything around us is safe enough to close it fully."

Kai gave a small nod. "There's your answer then."

Allen smiled again, softer this time. "Thank you." He let out a deeper breath. "I feel lighter now."

The car continued rolling forward, slicing through the long private driveway of the Goldborne estate.

Even before the vehicle fully stopped, Allen could already spot a familiar figure outside.

There she was.

Emma.

Standing near the side entrance, hugging a large box, her ponytail bouncing slightly as she shifted her weight.

No, she wasn't waiting for him — not intentionally. She was clearly dealing with something else. Logistics, deliveries, maybe one of her usual "Emma projects."

But when Allen stepped out of the car, she immediately noticed him and couldn't help but turn.

Her eyes scanned his outfit, her expression shifting instantly into mild horror.

"Oh my god." She cringed exaggeratedly. "Brother… seeing you in that outfit in the middle of the day feels… wrong."

Allen raised a brow. "What's wrong with it?"

Emma didn't hesitate. "You're a Goldborne. Seeing you walk around in casual civilian mode? This? Lowkey streetwear CEO vibes? It's weird."

Allen snorted, closing the car door behind him. "Shut up. Those are branded things."

He lifted his wrist slightly, flashing the watch. "I'm even wearing this one from Shea."

Emma immediately scoffed. "That's literally the only one with a real brand, brother. And the sunglasses, fine. But the rest? No."

Allen exhaled dramatically. "I'm trying to keep a low profile, thank you very much."

Emma stared at him flatly. "Low profile? You? In that?" She gestured dramatically. "Your face alone ruins the low profile, brother. You could walk through a farmer's market in sweatpants and still look like you own the whole goddamn thing."

Allen couldn't help but smirk. "That's your problem, not mine."

Emma hugged the box tighter and sighed dramatically. "At least get a baseball cap or something next time. Blend in better. Wear shades."

Allen chuckled, following her as they walked up the marble stairs toward the estate doors. "Are you my sister or my PR manager?"

Emma grinned. "A little bit of both. Somebody's gotta save your public image from your own vibe."

Allen shook his head, amused. "You've been spending too much time on social media."

"That's called research," she shot back proudly. "Brand management."

"Anyway…" She glanced left. Then right.

Then she grabbed his arm, tugging him sharply toward one of the giant pillars like some kid playing spy games.

Allen blinked. "What—"

"Shhh." Emma crouched behind the pillar, pulling him down with her.

Allen stared at her. "Seriously?"

"We're undercover now," she whispered, dead serious.

Allen sighed, crouching awkwardly next to her. In his outfit. In the middle of his own mansion.

'God… this looks ridiculous.'

His casual wear, which was already low-key for a Goldborne, now looked even more out of place while squatting behind a giant marble pillar like they were infiltrating enemy territory.

"So… what's in the box?" he finally asked, eyeing the package she was hugging like contraband. "Why exactly are we doing this?"

Emma's face lit up like a child showing off stolen candy.

"I bought something for us."

She popped open the lid carefully, revealing six perfectly arranged cupcakes — each in their own custom decorative holder. Vibrant colors. Delicate frosting. Gold flakes on top.

Allen immediately recognized the brand.

Of course.

The viral patisserie that had been trending nonstop for the last month. The one every influencer tried and failed to get reservations for.

He blinked. "Wait. Are those—"

"Yup!" Emma beamed. "From La Douce Mort."