Chapter 586 Why Don’t We Kidnap Him?

Chapter 586 Why Don't We Kidnap Him?

?Villain Ch 586. Why Don't We Kidnap Him?

Meanwhile, in the real world, in the meeting room in MagicSword Interactive's building to be precise. Noah, James, and Mila sat down across each other.

The meeting room was a haven of sleek professionalism. The walls, adorned with minimalistic digital art, exuded a futuristic ambiance that echoed the cutting-edge nature of the gaming industry. A long, polished table dominated the center of the room, its surface reflecting the soft glow of the high-tech screens scattered across its expanse.

Noah, James, and Mila settled into plush ergonomic chairs, their fingers twitching with anticipation. The windows, a seamless row of floor-to-ceiling glass, framed a breathtaking panorama of the city. The strategic location of the building offered a front-row seat to the metropolis's heartbeat, just a stone's throw from the Cyber building, a looming titan in the tech landscape.

Despite its comparative modesty against the behemoth Cyber building a few blocks away, MagicSword Interactive's stronghold exuded an air of modernity. The architectural lines spoke the language of innovation. The city's skyline, a mesmerizing blend of sleek skyscrapers and avant-garde designs, sprawled beyond the windows like a canvas of possibilities.

The meeting room vibe was getting serious. While James and Noah's presence was nothing new in that place, Mila's presence was something different. Yes, she was the owner's daughter, but usually, the gaming world wasn't her jam. She was a fashionista, not caring much about what her brother did with the gaming company. But today was different. Noah had dragged her into this meeting.

"So, like, this Allen dude – nothing, huh? Just a crazy ex named Sophia on the radar?" James tossed the question out there, wrapping up their solid one-hour brainstorming session. Their trusty assistant had done some CIA-level digging into Allen's life. They had investigated everything – his family tree, his childhood hangouts, even the boring stuff about where he went to school.

Noah leaned back, running a hand through his hair. Mila, surprisingly focused, was tapping her manicured nails on the table.

"Nada. Allen's like a blank page. Family's nothing special, no big-shot connections, just a regular Joe with gaming skills," Noah filled us in, frustration lining his face. "We know where he grew up, where he went to school, what his last meal was, but zilch on how he's tied to Jordan Goldborne."

Mila, feeling the weight of their skepticism, nonchalantly shrugged. "Cause is he handsome?" she tossed out carelessly as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

Noah shot her a sideways glance, a sarcastic smirk playing on his lips. "Really, Mila? Handsome?" His tone was a mix of amusement and disbelief.

She shrugged again, unfazed. "Well, yeah. He's got the looks. You can't deny that." Mila was definitely throwing her own personal assessment into the ring, and she wasn't holding back. Even with Allen's hiatus from the gaming scene, she still saw him as the most attractive of the bunch, like he was some sort of undiscovered heartthrob.

James chuckled, shaking his head. "We're not here to rate his looks. Besides, it can't be the only reason."

"Jordan needs a pro gamer, not a model. He owns a gaming empire, not a modeling agency," Noah cut through the mounting speculation, his face etched with clear displeasure. It was evident he wasn't here for fanciful theories.

Mila, not one to back down, shot back in a tone dripping with sarcasm, "Well, pardon me for telling what's on my mind, sir. I'm inexperienced with this." Her eyes sparkled with defiance, as if she was daring anyone to challenge her unconventional perspective.

Noah, not amused, answered with an audible click of his tongue and an eye roll that practically screamed, 'You are not helping. I shouldn't have asked you to join this meeting.'

James interjected, "But what bothers me is that they are too friendly. They look like old friends, not just business partners." His attempt to shift the focus away from the brewing sibling rivalry hung in the air like a peace offering.

"Yes! That is, too! That really bothers me!" he declared, frustration dripping from his voice. The room buzzed with a shared perplexity, a united front against the elusive puzzle that was Allen's connection to Jordan Goldborne.

They lapsed into a thoughtful silence, gears in their heads grinding against the mystery. Mila, sensing the mental cogs turning, leaned in, took a deep breath, and planted her elbows on the table, her head cradled in her palms. "Ya know, instead of guessing, why don't we just invite him and ask him directly? We have money, right? If he doesn't want to, we can 'kidnap' him and negotiate with him," she tossed out casually, a playful glint in her eye. It was a wild, borderline ridiculous plan, and Mila had a smirk on her face, fully aware she was throwing a curveball into the brainstorming session.

Mila braced herself for the inevitable comeback, expecting another one of Noah's trademark sneers or a disapproving frown from James. Yet, the universe had different plans this time around, and both of them opted for unexpected reactions.