Novel Full Chapter 389 DNA Test’s Results [Bonus ]
Villain Ch 389. DNA Test’s Results
The engine purred to life as they set off, embarking on an evening that promised to be quite different from their usual virtual adventure. As they cruised along, the chatter flowed more freely between Allen and Zoe, while Shea seemed lost in her own thoughts.
Shea’s thoughts were a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She desperately wanted to share the monumental news with Allen, to reveal the truth that Allen was the owner’s son, something that had been confirmed through a secret DNA test Shea had orchestrated. The results had left her stunned; she hadn’t anticipated the truth that lay hidden in their genetic code.
Yet, the weight of this revelation bore down on her. How could she approach the owner, confessing that she had taken such a clandestine step? She couldn’t just blurt out, “Hey, by the way, I did a secret DNA test on you and Allen, and it turns out he’s your long-lost son.” The situation was a delicate minefield, and Shea needed to navigate it with finesse.
Lost in thought, Shea pondered over the perfect way to broach the subject, one that would neither reveal her sneaky actions nor alienate the owner. It was a conundrum that had her deep in contemplation, her face reflecting the internal struggle.
Shea’s mind was racing, trying to untangle the mess of emotions and secrets that had suddenly burst. ‘This is very complicated…’ she mused to herself, her brow furrowing in concentration as she considered her options. There was no easy way to navigate this situation.
She knew that the key to resolving this was to get both Allen and the owner on the same page, to lead them to the truth in a way that felt organic and unforced. And so, she began to hatch a plan. Shea’s mind was busy scheming, crafting a strategy to bring them all together.
With a determined spark in her eyes, Shea decided that dropping subtle hints might be the way to go. She could plant the seeds of realization in both Allen’s and the owner’s minds, giving them the breadcrumbs they needed to follow the trail to their shared truth. It wouldn’t be an instant revelation, but a gradual realization that would hopefully lead them to confront their connection.
Or perhaps, Shea pondered, the best way was to create a moment for them to have an honest, heart-to-heart conversation. A moment where they could speak openly about their lives, and their experiences, and inadvertently stumble upon the truth themselves. It wasn’t about forcing the revelation, but guiding them toward it.
“Shea, are you okay?” Allen’s voice was laced with genuine concern, and he turned his gaze towards her with a furrowed brow. It wasn’t like her to seem so preoccupied.
Shea met his gaze and offered him a reassuring smile. “I’m fine,” she replied, her voice steady.
Allen wasn’t entirely convinced, his worry etched on his features. “Are you sure? You seem lost in thought. Did something happen?” His curiosity mixed with his concern, making his inquiry more earnest.
Shea shook her head. “No, nothing major. It’s just… I’ve been thinking about Emma, the owner’s daughter,” she explained.
Zoe’s expression contorted into a cringe, her discomfort evident. “Oh right… She’ll be there too,” she mumbled, her voice tinged with a mixture of annoyance and resignation.
Allen arched an eyebrow, sensing something was up. “Is this another info from Kafra?” he guessed, a wry smile tugging at his lips.
Shea gave a confirming nod, her dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “You know it. Kafra always got the latest scoop for us. She mentioned that Emma has something special planned for the evening, related to in-game duels,” she explained, her tone a mix of intrigue and expectation.
A thoughtful expression crossed Allen’s face. “So, this dinner isn’t going to be your typical sit-down-and-chat affair?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
Shea’s grin turned slightly mischievous. “Bingo. Hence my request for you to not go too overboard with the formal attire,” she teased, her eyes glinting with playfulness.
Zoe chimed in with a hint of concern. “I hope Emma doesn’t stir up any unnecessary drama,” she muttered, her tone a blend of hope and caution.
“She won’t,” Shea replied, a reassuring note in her voice. She shot a quick glance at Allen, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. “But one thing’s for sure, Emma seems to have taken quite an interest in you, Allen.”
Allen’s skepticism was evident as he raised one eyebrow inquisitively. “Hold on a sec. What kind of interest are we talking about here? Is she into me as a man? A fellow player? A rival? Or am I just some sort of pawn in her grand scheme?” His tone carried a hint of bemusement, tinged with a touch of mild unease.
Shea and Zoe exchanged knowing glances, their expressions contemplative as they mulled over how to best explain the situation. After a thoughtful pause, Shea spoke up. “It’s a bit complicated,” she admitted, her lips quirking in a wry smile.
“Complicated?” Allen echoed, a mix of curiosity and slight apprehension lacing his voice.
Zoe chimed in, her voice carrying a playful note. “Yeah.”
Allen’s eyes widened as he processed their responses. “So, it’s not any of the options I listed?” he probed further.
Shea offered a small nod. “Exactly. It’s not quite any of those.”
Zoe added with a grin, “Or it could be a blend of all those things.”
Allen’s incredulity was palpable as he let out an exasperated chuckle. “A mix of all that? Seriously?” ｎ𝚘𝚟ｌ.ｃｏ𝚖
Shea’s gaze met his, her expression sincere. “Trust me, it’s not as wild as it sounds.”
Allen’s jaw dropped slightly, his surprise evident. “So, it’s neither good nor bad?” he sought clarification.
Shea hesitated for a moment, her words carefully chosen. “It’s… complicated, like I said. Not necessarily bad, but also not as simple as good.”
Allen nodded, processing their words. “Got it. So, I’ll just have to brace myself for whatever comes my way,” he stated, his tone a mix of resolve and resignation.
Zoe leaned back in her seat with a grin. “You got the spirit, Allen. That’s the way to go.” Whatever the case, he was determined to face it head-on, armed with his usual blend of wit and curiosity.