Villain Ch 619. A Dual Purpose

Vivian and the security personnel mirrored Allen’s confused expressions. They stood there, inadvertently becoming part of this unexpected love drama, their surprise evident in exchanged glances.

Mila, undeterred by the perplexity around her, looked at Allen with pleading eyes. "No, I don’t think it’s too fast. My brother needs to talk to you," she said, her voice carrying a mix of urgency and hope. However, the confusion in Allen’s tone revealed he wasn’t on the same page.

"Brother?" Allen repeated, his frown deepening as he began to piece together what Mila meant. "You mean you just want me to talk to your brother?" he clarified, a sense of relief washing over him as he realized this might not be as complicated as he initially thought. The idea of meeting her entire family, especially after such a dramatic confession, had unnerved him.

"Yeah," Mila affirmed, her eyes hopeful. "He’s also a Hell’s Gate player and participated in the tournament two years ago. He really admires you," she explained, weaving a narrative to justify her unusual request. At least she wanted to orchestrate a meeting between Allen, Noah, and James.

Allen’s frown deepened. "Oh, wait, you mean this will be a talk between fellow players?" he sought clarification.

"Yes. But maybe more," Mila answered, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

Allen fell silent for a moment, contemplating the implications of this unexpected development. He weighed his options, considering whether to accept Mila’s offer or dismiss it altogether.

After a couple of seconds that felt like an eternity, he finally spoke up. "Okay, I agree," he conceded, his tone measured. Slowly, he lowered the key that was attached to Mila’s neck and cautiously stepped back toward Vivian and the security guard. His eyes remained fixed on Mila, still trying to decipher the motives behind this sudden twist. It was still fishy for him.

But he had another trick on his sleeve.

The bodyguard efficiently retrieved a pen and a small notepad. As she wrote down her phone number, the bodyguard observed the process with a discerning gaze.

Mila completed the task, handed the note to Allen, and said, "Here you go."

Unexpectedly, the bodyguard intercepted the note before it reached Allen’s hands. Mila’s surprise was evident, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. The bodyguard, recognizing the unspoken question, calmly explained, "Just a precaution. We have to be careful, considering what he just did."

Mila, absorbing the rationale behind the precautionary measure, could only nod in reluctant agreement.

The bodyguard handed Allen the note, he glanced at Mila briefly before reading the scrawled digits. Mila awaited his response, a mix of apprehension and curiosity in her gaze.

After scanning the number, Allen broke the silence, "I’ll contact you." His words held a tone of finality, leaving Mila to grapple with the uncertain anticipation of the upcoming interaction.

Allen, with a determined yet subdued demeanor, turned away from Mila, the bodyguard, and the unfolding drama. He approached the security personnel, his voice barely audible as he discreetly requested, "Can you take me to the control room?"

The security, attuned to Allen’s subtle request, nodded understandingly. "Sure," he replied in a hushed tone, acknowledging the need for privacy in this situation.

The security officer swiftly accessed his two-way radio. "I need a backup here. Can someone replace me?"

The radio crackled to life with a prompt response, "I got you. I’m almost there."

The incident, having transpired in a public space, hadn’t gone unnoticed by the control room. Anticipating the need for additional personnel, they had already dispatched another staff member and they would arrive in no time.