Chapter 617 Kidnapping The Young Master [Part 2]

Chapter 617 Kidnapping The Young Master [Part 2]

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The moment hung in suspense as Allen leaned over, seamlessly slipping into the car's interior. His movements were deliberate, every action calculated to maintain an appearance of compliance. However, the undercurrent of tension remained palpable, fueled by Mila's fast-beating heart and Allen's piercing gaze that seemed to dissect the situation.

Mila's initial plan took an unexpected turn the moment her eyes locked on Vivian. The mere presence of Allen's girlfriend altered the dynamics, threatening the privacy Mila sought in their conversation. Quickly recalibrating her strategy, Mila acknowledged the potential messiness of the situation. Fortunately, Noah had foreseen such complications, providing Mila with a bodyguard to ensure a smooth execution of her intentions. After all, Allen was just a model and ordinary pro gamer, he never learned any martial arts. This should be easy.

Once Allen settled into the car, a swift and seemingly routine maneuver, an unspoken shift occurred. Before fully embracing the passenger seat, Allen extracted his motorbike key and discreetly slipped it between his fingers. It was a subtle move, one that betrayed an underlying wariness and readiness for any unexpected developments.

Then, in a fluid motion that caught everyone off guard, Allen's demeanor transformed. Without a moment's hesitation, he seized Mila by the collar of her dress, pressing the key's tip against the delicate skin at the front of her throat. One stab would be fatal. The suddenness and precision of the movement left Mila, the driver, and the bodyguard in stunned silence. It was an unexpected reversal of roles, as Allen swiftly turned the tables on what initially seemed to be a kidnapping attempt.

"For now..." Allen's sentence hung in the air, a brief pause punctuating his words as he cast a glance at the imposing bodyguard stationed by the door. The unspoken question of what to do with the unforeseen witness loomed, and Allen pondered his next move. "Let's get out of here," he declared, his eyes now fixed on the bodyguard. The unspoken command was clear in his gaze – 'Move, or I will make a hole in her throat.'

The bodyguard, seemingly acknowledging the gravity of the situation, slowly stepped aside as Allen directed. The air remained thick with tension, a palpable undercurrent that mirrored the delicate balance of power at play. Allen, maintaining a firm grip on Mila, guided her out of the car with deliberate precision.

The movements were slow and deliberate as Allen and Mila navigated the space around them. Allen's eyes remained fixed on the bodyguard, a silent warning not to intervene. The bodyguard watched with a sense of resignation.

The atmosphere was charged, each step echoing with an unspoken threat that lingered in the air. Allen occasionally cast glances around, ensuring that no unexpected reinforcements were lurking in the shadows. The calculated moves, coupled with his unwavering focus, projected an aura of control that left no room for doubt.

For the onlookers – the security staff and Vivian – the scene unfolded like a suspenseful drama. Initially relieved to see Allen emerge from the car, their confusion intensified as they observed the key attached to Mila's neck. It was a perplexing sight, raising questions about the intricate dynamics at play. Vivian, recognizing Mila, experienced a double shock.

'What is going on here?' thought Vivian.