Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 616  Kidnapping The Young Master [Part 1]

Villain Ch 616. Kidnapping The Young Master [Part 1]

The car's passenger window slid down with a sleek hum, Allen's eyes widened with surprise at the sight of Mila's familiar face. "Mila?" he muttered. Allen's voice carried a mix of confusion and curiosity as he took in the unexpected twist of events. Mila, wearing her signature cheerful smile, waved at him, her excitement palpable even through the car window.

"Oh my God! Allen, is that you? Hey!" Mila's voice reached him through the open window, but there was an unusual subtlety to it, as if something lingered beneath her usual exuberance.

Allen, still preoccupied with the search for his mother, responded with a simple reluctant "Hey," his attention divided between Mila and the lingering mystery surrounding Carla's sudden request to meet.

Mila's cheerfulness seemed slightly muted, a nuance that didn't escape Allen's notice. "What a coincidence! I'm so happy to see you! What are you doing here?" She continued to express her happiness about the chance encounter. Allen couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The usual vibrant tone in Mila's voice had dulled, and her words carried a peculiar weight. Her voice sounded faded into the background.

Allen, attempting to bridge the gap in their conversation, mentioned, "Just finished work," hoping to provide some context to his presence at the building. However, Mila's response was unexpected. She furrowed her brow and inquired, "What did you say?" It was as if her ability to hear or comprehend his words had momentarily faltered.

A sense of unease settled over Allen as he moved a bit closer, repeating his words about finishing work. Mila, still struggling to catch his words, smiled but didn't seem to grasp the essence of his response. It was a strange dance of miscommunication, amplified by the oddity of the situation.

Mila, once again attempting to contribute to the conversation, uttered something. However, this time her words were incomprehensible, lost in a sea of indistinct murmurs. Allen, drawn by the desire to understand, leaned in closer, his curiosity piqued by the elusive nature of Mila's words.

As Allen approached, Mila's lips moved, forming sentences that seemed distorted or muffled. "Oh, I forgot, you're a model in Urban Enigma," she muffled with a smile. Allen wasn't sure if he heard her right or not, her voice was unclear and sounded like a mutter.

The oddity of the encounter hung in the air as Mila's cheerful demeanor clashed with the garbled nature of her words. Allen couldn't shake the feeling that this chance encounter held more than met the eye.

A sudden urgency cut through the air as Vivian's voice sliced through the bizarre ambiance. "Allen, look out!" her panicked warning reached him, echoing a sense of imminent danger.

Startled, Allen pivoted, his gaze now torn between Mila's puzzling presence and the approaching panic in Vivian's voice. He took a step back, intending to heed Vivian's caution, but before he could fully react, a massive figure materialized behind him.

A hulking man, dressed as a bodyguard, eclipsed Allen's frame with his imposing stature. Swiftly, he clamped a firm grip on Allen's shoulders, effectively halting any retreat or escape. It was a sudden and unexpected move, catching Allen off guard.

"Get inside the car," the deep voice of the bodyguard commanded, his words carrying a weight that left no room for negotiation. Vivian, now frozen in her tracks, gasped audibly at the abrupt turn of events. The security staff, too, wore a shocked expression, as the situation veered into a territory they hadn't anticipated.

The realization hit her too late. Previously, Allen seemed to recognize the person in the car. The facade of familiarity, coupled with Allen's conversation with the person inside the car, created an illusion that it was just a simple harmless chat. The security staff also thought the same thing. It led them to assume Allen had some level of acquaintance with the person. The lack of visible distress on Allen's face further deepened the intrigue, leaving them grappling with the unexpected twists of this peculiar situation.

Caught in the grip of the bodyguard, Allen attempted to make sense of the situation. Quickly, he found his voice, opting for calmness over immediate compliance. His gaze shifted back to Mila, his inquiry carrying a steady undertone. "What is this about?" he questioned, a calm exterior concealing the currents of unease beneath the surface. Panic wasn't an option; Allen understood that maintaining his composure was key if he intended to navigate this enigma.

Mila, framed by the open window of the car, responded with a concise declaration. "I just want to talk. I don't want to hurt you," she affirmed, her words attempting to assuage any fears Allen might harbor. Her desire for a private conversation was clear, and she wasted no time in outlining the exclusivity of this discussion. "I can't invite anyone else. Including your girlfriend," she added, cutting to the chase with a straightforward honesty.

Allen probed deeper into the motives behind this sudden and unconventional meeting. "Is this personal or about your parents' company?" he inquired, deliberately invoking the mention of the company as a subtle reminder to Mila of the potential consequences of this kidnapping attempt.

Mila's response, a swift assurance that it was a personal matter, resonated through the air. "Personal, Allen. This has nothing to do with the company," she clarified, emphasizing the separation of her intentions from the realm of corporate affairs.

"Now, get in," the bodyguard barked, his voice carrying the weight of authority. His hand took the handle and the car door swung open. With a firm push, he directed Allen towards the vehicle. But Allen held his ground.

"Okay, okay! Stop pushing me," Allen griped, his complaint a mix of irritation and compliance. Concealing any hint of resistance, Allen played the part, giving the impression of reluctant obedience as he took a step forward. It was a strategic move, a ploy to momentarily lower the guard of the imposing figure by feigning compliance.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om