Villain Ch 626. Just A Face In The Crowdn/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Noah turned to James, frustration etched across his face. "You had seen how dumb she was. We had spent hours discussing the plan clearly. Step by step. She should do A, yet she did B. What the hell?!" he complained, annoyance lacing his words.
The memory of Mila’s actions seemed to needle at him, leaving him bewildered by her seemingly reckless approach.
His annoyance deepened as he continued, "I don’t even understand why she didn’t discuss it with us first. She was just recklessly carrying out her stupid plan without thinking about the consequences." His frustration was palpable, his words punctuated by a sense of exasperation at what he perceived as Mila’s lack of foresight.
"That’s because Vivian was there," Mila defended herself, lifting her head defiantly. Her eyes met Noah’s, a subtle plea for understanding mixed with a hint of frustration.
Noah turned to her, a scowl forming on his face. "Just invite her. Plus one is not a problem," he retorted in annoyance, dismissing what he perceived as a simple hurdle in their plans. Mila’s attempts to explain herself seemed to fall on deaf ears.
"B-But... But---" Mila stammered, caught off guard and speechless. The pressure to conform to Noah’s expectations weighed on her, but she hesitated to voice the reservations bubbling within her. Fear of making things worse tightened her throat.
Surprisingly, it was James who stepped in, effortlessly continuing Mila’s words. "But she wants to approach him personally, Noah. You know, the seducing game." James delivered the statement in a casual tone, as if discussing the weather rather than the intricacies of a potential romantic maneuver.
Noah’s face contorted into a cringe, the word "EW!" practically written all over it. The mere suggestion of Mila playing the temptress sent shivers down his spine. Sure, he was well aware of his sister’s allure. Mila, a top-tier woman with her curvaceous body, impeccably maintained appearance, beautiful face, and a bust that turned heads – there wasn’t a man who didn’t steal a glance or two.
James and his family were investors in Noah’s family company, not the owners, giving him a certain level of detachment. In the worst-case scenario, he could withdraw the invested money, washing his hands clean of the escalating situation. The stakes, however, weighed significantly heavier on Noah’s family.
"No," Noah refused firmly.
James turned his gaze from Noah to Mila, seeking her perspective. "How about you, Mila?" he inquired, the casual tone belying the gravity of the question.
Mila felt the dilemma unraveling within her, torn between the desire to be close to Allen and the fear of making things worse. Her heart fluttered with conflicting emotions. "I...I don’t mind," she stammered, her eyes flickering uncertainly between Noah and James.
Love for Allen whispered softly in her mind, urging her to take the chance, yet the haunting memories of her earlier missteps lingered like ghosts.
Noah interjected with a stern expression. "No, James, she could mess up everything. We can’t risk it," he insisted, his protective brotherly instincts surfacing.
Mila glanced down at her hands, anxiety knotting her stomach. "Noah, I want to help," she admitted, her voice quivering with sincerity. "But I’m afraid. I messed up before, and I don’t know if Allen would trust me again. It’s not just about the company; it’s about us, too," she added, her words laying bare the personal stakes involved.
Noah sighed, his frustration evident. "Mila, you can’t just jump into this without thinking about the consequences. Allen is not just another guy. If this backfires, it won’t just affect the company; it could ruin everything we’ve built. I won’t let that happen. I won’t let your irrational feelings destroy us," he asserted, the protective older brother emerging with a resolute determination.
James glanced between the siblings, sensing the intricate web of emotions entangling them. "Let’s take a moment, okay," he suggested, a calm mediator in the midst of brewing tension.