From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)
Chapter 67: Me, a Blanket, and a Naked Celebrity

Chapter 67: Me, a Blanket, and a Naked Celebrity

Knock. Knock.

Micah’s mind raced through the possibilities of who could be behind the door. The actress? The manager’s accomplice? The paparazzi? Someone from the film production team? Or room service?

Except for the first two, the rest were not risky.

They would leave after not getting any answer. But if it was the other two. One he, the foolish himself, had handed the key card to, and the other the manager had done that.

What if they opened the door? Micah moved quickly.

He tiptoed silently across the soft carpet. His heart thudded loudly. He pressed his ear against the hotel door, breath held, barely daring to blink.

Micah heard muffled voices. Female. Probably the actress! Good. He could take her down easily.

Then he heard another, older voice.

There were two of them.

The actress wasn’t alone. Shit!

Why did he give her the key card?! He smacked his forehead lightly, teeth clenched in silent self-loathing. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. His own doing was coming back to bite him!

He jerked back from the door and immediately turned off the lights, plunging the room into darkness. He positioned himself just behind the door, back pressed against the wall. The room was eerily quiet, lit only by the glow from the streetlights.

Click.

The door handle turned with an ominous click, the slow creak of the door slicing through the silence like a knife.

"Are you sure this is his room?" Clara’s voice whispered, shaky with suppressed nervousness.

Her manager, a woman in her late twenties, replied, "Yes, I double-checked it. This isn’t the time to chicken out."

"I am not chickening out." Clara hissed defensively. "But why is it so quiet? And dark? Didn’t you say the drug was just an aphrodisiac? Shouldn’t we hear something? I don’t know... moaning, water running, anything?! It’s more like he is asleep like a pig!"

Then her eyes turned round, and with an audible gasp, she added. "No way, is he impotent or something?"

"Don’t talk nonsense. Just go inside!" the manager replied impatiently. "The sooner we get the photos, the better. I already tipped off a reporter waiting in the hallway."

"Okay, okay," Clara grumbled and stepped into the Leo’s suite.

Neither of them noticed the looming shadows crunched just behind the door.

"Ah, I can’t see anything!" Clara whined.

"Where is the switch?" the manager’s words were cut off.

Because the moment the door clicked shut behind them, Micah had pounced.

Swift as the wind, he snapped forward, hands chopping down in two synchronised strikes on the napes of their necks.

The blows were clean and decisive. Years of martial arts training flowing through muscle memory. Their bodies went limp, eyes rolling back before they fell like puppets to the floor.

Micah exhaled, hard.

"Thank god! All those martial arts classes and training actually paid off."

Looking down at the two women, he felt truly like a villain.

He bent over and dragged the unconscious bodies to the side room. His arms throbbed from the pain. But there was no time to rest.

First, he needed to make sure the manager was still down.

Micah grabbed the bedside abatjour lamp and held it like a weapon, carefully pushing the door open slightly. He stayed to the side, then he peeked inside.

Still unconscious. Breathing.

He exhaled in relief. "Still out cold. Lucky."

Micah returned to the women, dragging them one by one into the room and unceremoniously dumping them next to the manager like garbage.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind.

With a devilish smile, he stripped the three of them down to their underwear. Pulling out his phone, he snapped several photos, just enough to cause panic, not ruin lives. Blackmail, sure. But it was just plain justice too.

He dropped their clothes just outside the room and locked the door behind him, tossing the key into the trash bin.

With that settled, he turned back to Leo.

He found some spare clothes in the closet and dressed Leo clumsily. He handled the man like a rag. Pulling and pushing.

"Fuck! Why should this Lǎo zi be doing this?" he grunted as he tugged pants up Leo’s legs and awkwardly zipped them.

When he was done, Micah collapsed to the floor beside the bed, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

He checked his phone. Twenty minutes. From the time they had entered the room until now. He had better hurry up. What if the reporter or someone else came knocking?

Pushing himself to his feet, Micah grabbed a large blanket and wrapped it around Leo, securing the man’s limp body to his back with a tight knot at his waist. It was like strapping on a meat-filled backpack. Leo’s head rolled to the side, and Micah gritted his teeth against the pressure on his spine.

One step at a time, he arrived at the balcony.

It was a risky move. One that a slight mistake could threaten his own life. But Micah thrived on Adrenaline, liking to experience the thrill of risky moves. Wasn’t the reason for his mother, Elina’s nagging?!

He slid it open and took a deep breath. He adjusted his footing on the edge and braced himself.

Then he jumped.

The world blurred.

Micah’s stomach hit the metal railing of neighbouring balcony with a bone-jarring clang. He groaned but still held on, dragging himself and Leo over the railing and crashing into the floor in a heap.

"Ugh... damn it," Micah winced, rolling off Leo.

His whole body screamed in pain. Knees scraped. Shoulder bruised. But they were safe.

He chuckled all of a sudden. He knew he could do it!

He loosened the blanket and got up. Opening the balcony door, he dragged Leo inside his room.

Micah collapsed onto the carpet, chest heaving. "You better be a decent man from now on," he panted, glaring at the peacefully unconscious Leo. "otherwise, I swear, I will be the first one to go after you..."

He sighed, brushing sweat-soaked hair from his eyes.

Looking at Leo, so vulnerable, so dishevelled, he felt conflicted.

Why was he helping his enemies instead of taking revenge on them?

But what if some of them could turn over a new leaf? Honestly, among these four Gongs, Leo was the only one who hadn’t been involved in any of the kidnappings, manipulating, or confining Darcy in a room.

Even when dealing with Micah, Leo was just a bystander. Not that that made him any less guilty.

But maybe changing Leo’s miserable destiny could lead to a better Leo in the future.

Micah laughed aloud. "I’ve totally lost my mind."

His sense of pity was clouding his judgment.