Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives-Chapter 1057: Bold Request

Villain Ch 1057. Bold Request

The conversation flowed easily after the toast, mostly centered around the logistics of the upcoming event. Marcus and James exchanged ideas about the layout and the media coverage. It was the kind of talk that Allen could effortlessly navigate, given his role.

Mila, meanwhile, sat quietly, her fingers gripping the stem of her wine glass a little too tightly. Every time her glass was empty, she would gesture for a refill. It wasn't that she was a heavy drinker, but at this moment, she needed something—anything—to steady her nerves.

She hoped the alcohol would calm her racing thoughts, or at least give her the courage to speak. She felt trapped in the formalities, unable to ask Allen the questions that burned inside her.

The conversation at the table continued without her. The voices of Marcus, James, and Allen faded into the background as Mila's anxiety grew. She wanted to ask him, and needed to know the truth, but this wasn't the right place. Not with Marcus and James sitting there, not in the middle of a business discussion.

Around fifteen minutes later, the conversation slowly wound down. Handshakes were exchanged. Likewise with polite smiles and promises of future success. Standard business stuff.

But the moment Allen turned to Mila, extending his hand toward her, the dynamic shifted again.

Mila didn't move. Her gaze locked onto Allen, the look in her eyes filled with a mix of frustration, confusion, and something deeper—something that Allen couldn't quite read. When she didn't take his hand, he frowned slightly.

"I want to talk," Mila said, her voice firm despite the slight slur of tipsiness in her tone. "You owe me a talk."

Allen raised an eyebrow, confusion flickering across his face. "Owe you? When?"

Mila's eyes narrowed. "In the game. We were just about to talk, but my guild leader used Battle Call on me. When I came back, you were gone."

Allen lowered his hand slowly. He remembered about it. "Okay," Allen said softly, his gaze steady.

Mila wasn't finished. "But I don't want to talk in a crowded place like this." She glanced around the room, her eyes flicking from Marcus to James, then to the staff milling about. "I want a private talk."

Then, Mila did something bold—too bold. She pointed at each of them, one by one. "They have to leave, or I won't talk."

It was an impolite, almost reckless demand, and everyone in the room knew it. Marcus and James exchanged glances, their expressions tightening. Marcus shot James a pointed glare, the kind that silently screamed, 'If she screws this up and the deal falls apart, I will kill you.'

This deal wasn't just about the event—it was about building a bridge to future collaborations with the Goldborne family. Any misstep now could risk damaging that relationship, and Marcus knew it. The stakes were too high to let emotions get in the way.

James, on the other hand, was trying his best to maintain a calm facade, but his internal panic was evident in the stiffness of his posture. He placed a hand on Mila's shoulder, his grin tight and forced. "I think she's drunk. Don't listen to her, Allen," he said, his voice edging on desperation.

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Allen's gaze didn't leave Mila. "She's not drunk," he said quietly but firmly. "She's tipsy, yes, but she's not drunk. She knows exactly what she's saying and, more importantly, she'll probably regret it later."

James nodded quickly, jumping at the chance to steer the situation back to safety. "Yes, that's the point. She's not thinking clearly—"

But Mila cut him off. "I won't regret it," she said, her voice stronger now. There was no slur in her words this time, just conviction.

Allen smirked, something playful but sharp dancing in his eyes. "Oh, really?" he said, his tone soft but dangerous. "Since you say that, fine. I'll give you the opportunity to speak your mind. I love an honest person."

Marcus looked nervously between the two. "You mean…," he started, glancing at James with uncertainty.

Allen sighed, clearly reading the room and knowing how delicate the situation had become. His eyes shifted to Marcus, and he nodded slightly. "Could you give us a bit of space and time?" he asked, though his tone left little room for argument.

Marcus hesitated, clearly not wanting to leave the situation in such precarious territory. But he also knew that Allen held the cards here. The deal was done, and pushing back on Allen's request now might damage the good rapport they had established.

With a tight smile, Marcus nodded. "Of course. We'll step out." He gave James one more pointed look, silently warning him to keep things under control.

James couldn't help but blurt out, "Are you sure you want to talk to her? I mean… in this situation, it might ruin your reputation or something like that."

Allen glanced at him, his expression unchanged, though his eyes darkened just slightly. There was a certain weight to Allen's gaze now, one that James hadn't seen before, something colder, more guarded. James felt a chill as he tried to maintain his casual grin, but the truth was, he had never felt more on edge around Allen.

Allen shifted slightly, turning his head toward the corner of the room where a small CCTV camera blinked silently. "You guys have CCTV in here, right?" Allen said, his voice calm but carrying a sharpness to it. He wasn't asking for permission, just stating a fact.

James nodded, his eyes flicking nervously toward the camera as well. "Yeah, we do."

"Good." Allen's voice was smooth, commanding. He turned toward his staff member, who was standing by the door. "Watch the monitor with them," he instructed. "Make sure everything is recorded. If anything happens, I want it documented. If necessary, tell Kai."

Without missing a beat, Allen turned to Kai and added, "You'll be guarding the front."

Kai nodded crisply. "Understood, sir."

Even in this situation, Allen's guard remained firmly in place. He was cautious, as always. But it didn't make him any less nervous. Mila, tipsy and emotional, had already made a bold and impolite request to clear the room, and now, with no one else around, anything could happen.

James was still trying to grasp the reality of Allen's position within the Goldborne family, but the last thing he wanted was for Mila to jeopardize everything with her impulsiveness.

As Kai stepped outside to stand guard, James lingered for just a moment longer, his mouth dry. "Allen, I—"

"I've got it," Allen said, cutting him off with a tone of finality. There was no room for negotiation, no room for doubt. James gave a stiff nod, then, reluctantly, turned to leave.