Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives-Chapter 1055: Not The Allen They Knew

Villain Ch 1055. Not The Allen They Knew

James flashed a polite smile at the security detail. "Is Marcus inside? And the Goldborne representative?"

The security gave him a professional nod. "Yes, they're inside, sir."

James maintained his smile, though his mind was working quickly. He knew the situation was delicate, but he wasn't about to give up just because he hadn't been invited in the first place. He pointed at Mila, his expression turning slightly more strategic. "I brought something that might help the deal," he said smoothly, flashing a winning grin. "Can I come in?"

The security exchanged a glance with Marcus' staff member, who stood nearby. The staff member, a tall man with a slightly weary look in his eyes, exhaled a long, tired breath. It was clear he had seen this kind of move before—James wasn't the first to try and leverage a last-minute advantage.

"I think it's a little late for that, sir," Marcus' staff member said, trying to be polite but clearly holding back some discomfort. "The Goldborne representative was already quite interested in the deal after seeing the hall. They're discussing other important matters now."

Mila's heart sank just a little at the mention of 'the representative.' The casual way they said it confirmed what she had already suspected—it wasn't Jordan Goldborne in that room. Her initial spark of excitement, thinking she might learn more about Allen, flickered out. If it was just some lower-level representative, then her interest in the meeting diminished, and her attention shifted elsewhere.

Still, she couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. 'Allen…' she thought to herself. The idea of getting closer to him, of learning more about his life, had been so tantalizing just moments ago. But now, it seemed like a dead end.

James, on the other hand, didn't miss a beat. He may have sensed Mila's shift in energy, but he wasn't about to let a small detail like the representative being unimportant get in his way. His smile widened, turning almost playful, though beneath it was the sharp mind of someone who knew how to navigate these situations.

"Interested already, huh?" James said, his tone smooth. "That's good news. But, you know how these things go—sometimes an extra little push can turn 'interested' into 'let's sign right now.' And that's why I'm here. I'm sure Marcus would appreciate my perspective, given that I'm involved in the ownership."

The staff member hesitated, clearly caught between protocol and James' persuasive approach. He glanced back at the security detail, who simply gave a small shrug, leaving the decision up to Marcus' man.

Mila shifted slightly. She had seen James work like this before, and he was nothing if not persistent. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling of being dragged into something that no longer held much interest for her. 'If it's not Jordan, who cares?' she thought. But James was still trying, and she owed him enough to stick it out.

The staff member finally relented, albeit with a cautious tone. "I can ask Marcus if he's willing to have you join the discussion," he said, clearly weighing his words. "But I can't guarantee anything. They're getting into the finer points of the contract now."

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James nodded, still smiling. "That's all I ask. Just let him know we're here."

The staff member gave a small nod, clearly reluctant, but stepped into the meeting room to ask Marcus. Mila stood beside James, her arms crossed, already feeling half-hearted about the whole thing. She had been so excited at the idea of learning more about Allen, but now that it wasn't Jordan Goldborne inside, her enthusiasm had waned.

What was the point, really? This was just another deal, and James was more interested in sealing it than anything else.

Moments later, the staff member returned, his expression neutral. "You can go in. They've just sealed the deal, but Marcus said he's happy to have a quick chat with you."

James's eyes lit up, though there was a tinge of frustration beneath his smile. "Ah, so we're really late then. Well, it doesn't matter. We'll just talk." Without waiting for Mila's response, James grabbed her wrist, pulling her along with him toward the door.

Mila followed, though her steps felt heavy. Her mind had already checked out of the situation. This didn't interest her anymore. Indeed, the representative could have one or two pieces of information about Allen. But the chance was too small, almost zero even.

They walked into the room. James was mid-sentence, preparing to greet the representative with his usual confident charm. "Hello, it's a pleasure to finally—"

But his words died in his throat as both he and Mila froze in their tracks, completely stunned by the sight in front of them.

It was Allen!

But not the Allen they knew. This wasn't the usual Allen they were used to seeing. Not that Urban Enigma's model or that international tournament's winner. It also wasn't that bike guy who had this bad-guy vibe. No, this was someone else entirely. Allen stood at the head of the table, wearing a perfectly tailored blazer, his shirt crisp, and his hair neatly combed.

He looked every bit the part of a young master from an influential family.

James's mouth hung open slightly, his usually quick wit utterly failing him for a moment. Mila, beside him, felt her heart stop. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at Allen, unable to reconcile the man in front of her with the one she had been thinking about for a long time.

Allen's eyes flicked up, meeting theirs. For a brief second, there was a flicker of surprise in his gaze, but it was quickly masked by the cool, collected demeanor he had been maintaining throughout the meeting. He didn't seem rattled by their presence—if anything, he appeared amused by their reaction.

"James. Mila." Allen's voice was calm, measured, but there was a hint of something playful in his tone. "Didn't expect to see you here."