Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Villain Ch 620. Pragmatic Decision

Within seconds, the requested backup arrived – two security guards poised to provide additional support. A subtle nod of acknowledgment passed between the guards as one of them prepared to escort Allen and Vivian to the control room. Although Allen hadn’t explained anything to the first security guard, he knew Allen aimed for the CCTV footage.

"Alright, let’s head to the control room," the security guard said, gesturing for Allen and Vivian to follow.

Mila found herself staring at Allen’s departing figure. Mixed emotions flooded her; worry, confusion, and perhaps a twinge of regret for the chaos she had unintentionally caused.

Meanwhile, the bodyguard, sensing Mila’s unease, gently placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. The bodyguard understood the potential repercussions of lingering in the current situation for too long.

"Get in the car, Miss. We need to report this to Noah right away," the bodyguard instructed, his voice carrying a sense of urgency. His instructions were clear. Mila nodded in compliance. She climbed into the car as directed, the door closing behind her. Soon, the car swiftly pulled away, leaving the scene behind.

Navigating the lobby towards the control room, Allen, flanked by the security personnel and accompanied by Vivian, created a peculiar spectacle for onlookers in the lobby. Murmurs of confusion spread among the bystanders, their attempts to piece together the situation falling short.

Some speculated it was a prank show, while others believed it to be a random fan’s bold confession. The lack of clarity fueled the confusion, leaving the curious spectators to exchange puzzled glances as the group passed through. But their eyes were mostly on Allen.

As they walked, the security guard beside Allen, observing his apparent calm demeanor, couldn’t help but voice concern. "Are you okay, Mr. Grayblight?" he asked, seeking assurance that the unexpected encounter had not taken a toll on the model.

"I’m fine," Allen responded, his focus elsewhere. His attention was on his phone. A rapid series of keystrokes danced across the screen as he composed a message to Shea. He recognized the need for enhanced security measures for future meetings, especially considering the unexpected confession and subsequent turmoil.

Allen: Hi, Shea. I know this is too sudden, but can you help me? I need someone similar to bodyguards. Maybe one or two.

His initial instinct urged him to reach out to Alex or even his father, considering the peculiar circumstances. However, Mila’s familial connection to MagicSword Interactive complicated matters. Mila’s brother could have recognized Alex or whoever his father sent to help Allen. Since Allen wanted to discover Mila’s real intentions, he decided to cover it up.

Allen could only hope that Shea would see his text soon.

So, with a pragmatic decision, Allen redirected his message toward Shea. He reasoned that Shea could provide the necessary support without potentially stirring up the already messed up situation or exposing his identity as the young master of the Goldborne family. Although Allen wasn’t sure, Mila didn’t seem to know it yet.

His thumb pressed against the screen to dispatch the message and Allen pocketed his phone. He couldn’t help but hope for a swift response from Shea.

Once Allen put down his phone, Vivian seized the moment to inquire about their upcoming meeting with Mila’s brother. "Should we stick to the original café, or do you think we should change the location?" she asked, her voice reflecting a subtle urgency. She wanted to ask about what happened in the car and how Allen could suddenly turn things around by making Mila as his hostage.

But this question was more important.

Allen turned to her and posed a crucial question, "Does the café have a VIP room or something?"

Vivian’s uncertainty was apparent. She hummed for a moment, before she answered him. "I’m not sure about that, but they probably have it," she said. She had visited the cafe once but she never asked about the VIP room. But since it was a huge cafe, they should have had it.

However, the uncertainty lingered, prompting her to suggest, "I’ll check it out." The next meeting was an important one, so she wanted to make sure of it.

"Thanks," said Allen.

Vivian took out her phone and dialed the number for the café. Soon, the call connected and the pleasant voice of a café representative greeted her, "Hello, this is FusionBrew Café. How may I assist you?"

"Hi, it’s Vivian," she responded, her tone carrying a sense of urgency mixed with politeness. "I’m calling to inquire about your VIP room. Do you have one available?"

The representative on the other end quickly confirmed, "Yes, we do have a VIP room. We offer both smoking and non-smoking options. Which one would you prefer?"

"Non-smoking, please," Vivian replied promptly, envisioning a serene and comfortable space for their conversation.

The café representative continued, "Great choice. And how many people will be at your party?"

"About six to seven people," Vivian answered, her mind already planning the logistics of their upcoming meeting.

"And when will you be needing the VIP room?" the representative inquired, ready to assist in making the necessary arrangements.

Vivian glanced at Allen and whispered, "Is one hour enough for our preparation?" she asked Allen. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Allen nodded in response.

"We’ll be there around an hour from now," Vivian stated to the cafe.

"Perfect," the café representative responded. "We’ll reserve the non-smoking VIP room for your party. Is there anything else you need assistance with?"

Vivian expressed her gratitude, "No, that’s all. Thank you so much for your help."

With the reservation secured, Vivian hung up, turning to Allen with a relieved smile. "We’re good to go," she announced.

"Great," Allen stated. Now, what he had to do was wait for Shea’s reply.

A couple of seconds later, Allen’s phone chimed, a prompt reply from Shea lighting up the screen.

Shea: Sure. What happened? This request is unusual.

Allen’s fingers danced across the phone screen as he typed out his response.

Allen: Someone just tried to kidnap me. I’ll give you the details later. I will need them an hour from now. We’ll meet at FusionBrew Café’s VIP room.