The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 220: Are you a villain in your previous life?

Myriads of questions hovered over Fil’s mind at the theory she instantly came up with. However, before she could ask, someone came to the door. When she checked, it was a waitress pushing a trolley. The waitress didn’t say anything, as if she was not surprised to see a woman in the VIP room. She didn’t say anything, leaving the trolley of food by the door which Fil wheeled in.

"Okay..." Fil hummed, pushing the trolley to where Michael was. "Should I serve you as well to ease your anger?"

"You might as well do that."

Fil held herself from rolling her eyes, thinking there was a reason he was irritated. She obediently opened the lid, only to see a classic Western breakfast. Carrying the plate, she handed it to him and sat on the farthest edge from him.

"So — ahem!" Fil bit her tongue, sporting a fake smile at him. "I need your help."

"Did you just bite your tongue and stop yourself from asking a question?" he arched a brow, picking up a crispy bacon with his fingers.

"Yes." She laughed awkwardly. "I really want to ask you what you’re doing here all alone with these setups. I mean what are you working on? It’s not something I’d expect."

"You thought there’s gonna be an orgy here, huh?"

"No!"

"The orgy is next door. Feel free to join Shanaiah if you’re into those kinds of things."

She pursed her lips, watching him enjoy his breakfast. "So, this is actually your nightlife?"

"What do you think?" he remarked while pointing at the trolley. "Get my juice."

"Oh." Fil methodically reached for the glass of juice, watching Michael move some papers away to give his glass some space. She watched him eat and drink like it was a race. While he filled his stomach, she couldn’t help but glance at the papers on the table and the laptops.

’I wasn’t wrong,’ she told herself. ’Michael is... working.’

How strange.

Who worked paperwork at the nightclub?

Fil didn’t dwell so much on Michael’s position in the company. She simply assumed he worked in a big international company, which probably has the same setup as her current job.

"Why didn’t you tell us before?" she blurted out, biting her lips again when he cast her a nonchalant glance. "I shouldn’t have asked that."

Considering all Michael’s friends were elites and had positions in their family companies, what Michael was doing was considered what a normal person would do. Except for Fil, all of Vincent’s circles were rich elites. Marianne might not be originally one, but she was now a known newscaster. Hence, it was easy for Marianne to enter the group.

In other words, she should’ve known that Michael was probably ashamed. It was better to paint himself as the loser of his family who lived off his allowance than him working in another company. That was how toxic Vincent’s circle was.

’I don’t know if I should feel relieved she seems to misunderstand something or insulted,’ he thought while studying the conflicted look on her face.

Michael had a deep reason why he chose to work in a nightclub. It maintained his image to his "friends." A party animal, a sore loser whose future was darker than midnight, and just a complete waste of existence. Michael wanted to keep it that way. It was a perfect cover. Who would suspect he turned this room into his office, right?

"What do you want?" he asked, knowing she couldn’t just let her wonder. Fil might be gullible sometimes, but she also quickly realizes things. If she immediately assumed he was working just after seeing his messy table, it wouldn’t take long before she realized all these documents needed was a final approval, which was his signature.

"Right." Fil cleared her throat, adjusting her position until she was facing him squarely. "I —"

"Let me guess!" he intoned before she could get a word out. "This is about that friend of yours and Marcus."

"Yes."

"And I tell you to stop poking your nose where it doesn’t belong."

"Marcus broke up with her," Fil squeezed her part hurriedly. "I told him I can’t date him while he’s dating Elise, and he did break up with her."

"Of course. You asked."

"That’s why I am here!" She huffed. "Now that he broke up with Elise, all his focus will be on me!"

Michael lazily chewed his food, staring at her with dismay. "Fil, I told you that guy can kill."

"Which is more reason for me to turn him away!" Fil sighed in distress. "I swear, I didn’t want to go here. It’s just that I’m leaving and I don’t want to leave without settling this matter first."

"What do you mean?"

"You said it yourself. Marcus is capable of the unimaginable. Do you think just by rejecting him, he’ll stop? I tried being polite and harsh, but it’s not working. I need to do something else — a reason," she explained while stressing each syllable. "Telling him I don’t like him or those things aren’t enough. He’ll come up with something else to twist my words."

If only Fil could swear a hundred times in one breathing, she would. Now that Marcus had broken up with Elise, it was the perfect time for her to strike.

"I need to make him see why I would never date him, Mike," she added sincerely. "And while I am at it, I want to show Elise his real colors. Please. I know I shouldn’t have come and see you tonight, but I really just want to move forward without anyone dragging me back and down."

"Tsk." Michael clicked his tongue, taking his time chewing. When he emptied his mouth, he huffed. "And you need my help for?"

"Tomorrow night, Elise and I will have a girl’s night out." Fil smiled. "I need everyone to be there."

Fil squinted his eyes suspiciously. "By everyone, you mean...?"

"All of them." Her smile stretched from ear to ear. "Can you do that?"

"It’s not that I can’t or can, but I want to know what you are planning."

"I can’t tell you all."

"That’s not fair."

"Well, I don’t know if you’ll like it. It might end up in violence."

Michael slowly put down his plate, now interested. "Now you got me. Tell me."

"Goodness. Are they really your friends?" Fil smacked her lips, seeing how excited he looked when she mentioned violence. No one needed a brain to grasp what she meant by that.

"Nothing makes me happier than to see those guys get hurt. Hehe!" he shamelessly laughed. "I need to know the preview, and I’ll make it happen. Maybe even better."

Hesitation flickered across her eyes before she bent over and revealed her plan in a low voice. Michael also lowered his head and listened. He smirked after hearing her plans.

"Will you look at that?" he mused. "I should congrats you for finding your ticket out of this hell. Very well. I am expecting a great show — oh, I have a better idea. Come here and listen."

With that being said, Michael shared his idea which would give Fil what she truly wanted. After hearing it, her lips stretched as she looked at him with admiration.

"Michael, are you a villain in your previous life?"