Villain Ch 624. Twisted Romeo
Taking the dismissal cue, Noah, James, and Mila moved reluctantly toward the exit. But Noah paused on the threshold, his gaze boring into Allen’s. "You intrigue me, Allen - I’ll give you that. I can’t yet decide if you’re friend or foe to MagicSword’s vision." He smiled tightly. "But either way, I look forward to crossing swords with you again."
Allen’s answering shark smile held no warmth. "Likewise. Do give Sophia and Elio my regards. And just for your information, I have the CCTV footage so please don’t pull out any dramatic action again. It could be fatal if the police get it," he reminded them. Allen felt bad for Mila.
It was the same as blackmailing them. But he had to make this statement to ensure they wouldn’t do the same thing again in the future.
That statement made Mila shiver. She knew it was her fault. She even could feel James and Noah blaming gazes at her.
With a final long look weighted by unvoiced agendas, Noah swept out, James on his heel and Mila tailed them. The door closed firmly, Allen’s smiling mask instantly dissolving into pensive gravity. "I feel bad for Mila," he stated with a huff. But although Vivian didn’t say anything, he shared the same sentiment with her. Mila could be a spy.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
Or even though Mila’s love confession was real and her feelings were pure, he was sure Noah and James would use her to spy on him. That intention was clear from how James pushed her to Allen without hesitation once he knew Mila’s feelings.
’It feels like a modern Romeo and Juliet story,’ he thought ironically. The difference, this Romeo was twisted and had a harem.
Another huff escaped Allen’s lips, his frustration palpable. "Well, Mila might also have an obsession though. Because she has also investigated my family background. It’s just not as bad as Sophia," he concluded, a note of exasperation in his voice.
Vivian leaned back, a smirk playing on her lips. "She’s not as bad as Sophia YET," she emphasized, her eyes narrowing playfully.
Allen chuckled again, the tension in the room dissipating. "True. I hope she doesn’t jump to that side," he mused, a glimmer of concern in his eyes.
Meanwhile, Mila, her face clouded with gloom, discreetly followed Noah and James out of the café. Their conversation with Allen lingered in her mind like an unwelcome guest. The bitter taste of disappointment clung to her tongue, mixed with the regret of her own actions that had led to this point.
Her heart felt heavy. The backdrop seemed to mirror the chaos in her thoughts. Mila had been in love with Allen, a genuine affection that now felt tainted by the company’s ulterior motives. Noah and James had laid bare the harsh truth. They didn’t care about her feelings. Their heads were only filled with their corporate chess game.
Mila’s steps quickened, attempting to keep pace with the two men who were now getting into a sleek, black car. As she neared, she caught snippets of their conversation, a bitter reminder of the professional motives overshadowing any personal connection. Noah’s voice carried, discussing strategies and plans, the cold pragmatism of business stripping away any romantic illusions Mila once held.
James, too, spoke with a detached demeanor that grated against her tender emotions. It was like witnessing the dismantling of a dream, piece by piece.
Mila hesitated, her hand resting on the cold surface of the car door. Mixed emotions churned within her—a cocktail of love, disappointment, and self-blame. Her failed kidnapping attempt had not only endangered herself but had set off a chain of events that now threatened to destroy everything she held dear.
The engine roared to life, drowning out the turmoil in Mila’s mind. She got inside the car. Her mind was still busy. But then, James’ voice made her come back to reality. "But I think Allen has a soft spot for Mila," he stated.