Novel Full Chapter 627: Wait And See
Villain Ch 627. Wait And See
Once again, the tension in the car surged as Noah’s sharp tone sliced through the air. “For what?” he questioned, his eyes narrowing at James, as if daring him to justify the risky proposition.
James raised one of his eyebrows, a gesture that held both confidence and caution. “To think. Especially you, Noah. You need to calm down. Don’t make things worse than they already are,” he advised, his tone carrying a subtle warning.
“I’m trying to prevent it,” Noah retorted, his stance firm, a protective shield around his family and the business they held dear.
James let out a long exhale. Placing a comforting hand on Noah’s shoulder, he spoke in a soothing yet resolute tone. “I know you’re trying to protect your sister, and you’re afraid this will destroy your family business. I get it. I’m just giving the suggestion, and I don’t expect you to immediately agree to it.
But you don’t need to immediately reject it either,” James explained, his words a plea for open-minded consideration.
He continued, emphasizing the need for a careful evaluation of the situation. “You can consider this carefully, once we are calmer,” James reasoned, acknowledging the emotional storm swirling within the confined space of the car.
“And I know you are pissed off because of the previous incident and the revelation that your sister had real feelings for Allen, not just as his fan,” James added, his words cutting through the tense air.
Noah and Mila fell into a contemplative silence, their thoughts echoing in the confined space.
Noah, breaking the silence with a snort of annoyance, conceded, “You know I hate it when you’re right.” His admission carried a hint of displeasure tinged with annoyance, a grudging acknowledgment of the truth embedded in James’ words. Deep down, Noah couldn’t deny that his emotions were a tumultuous mix, stirred by both the incident and the newfound realization about his sister’s feelings.
“Thank you for listening to me,” James expressed his gratitude, his words a balm to the lingering tension. The atmosphere in the car began to ease, the acknowledgment of shared perspectives fostering a sense of understanding among the trio.
“So, what should we do now?” Mila’s voice cut through the lingering tension, seeking guidance in the aftermath of their heated conversation.
James lowered his hand, signifying a call for composure. “We have to wait for everything to calm down. You guys and Allen. His guard is up, and he will suspect whatever we do. Just act like how you acted before this incident, okay?” he suggested, emphasizing the importance of maintaining normalcy in their interactions.
Thinking with a cool head was the main key to navigating situations like this, and James sought to instill a sense of patience in his companions.
Turning his attention to Mila, he continued with calm reassurance, “Especially you, Mila. You still frequently encounter him in the game, don’t you? Just talk as usual and use your previous love confession to stay connected to him,” he reminded her, offering a practical approach to bridge the gap that had emerged.
Mila nodded, absorbing the advice and finding solace in the familiarity of her virtual interactions with Allen. James, however, wasn’t done guiding them through the intricacies of their plan.
“Remember, he has a soft spot for you. He prevented Vivian’s attempts to provoke your jealousy, remember? Don’t waste it, okay?” James added, punctuating his words with a wink and a subtle smile. It was a strategic move, leveraging the emotions at play and using them to their advantage.
Noah, however, couldn’t conceal his annoyance. “I thought you were asking us to calm down and think again. Why are you still executing that plan?” he questioned, his frustration evident in his voice.
“Yes. But maintaining connection is also important. Allen will be even more suspicious if we disappear from his orbit and suddenly approach him again. So just do it naturally,” James reasoned, his words a strategic reminder to tread carefully in the delicate dance of re-establishing connections without raising suspicions.
“Ugh!” Noah groaned, his frustration palpable as he looked away. It was an acknowledgment, albeit begrudgingly, that James had a point. The intricacies of their plan required finesse, and James, with his level-headed approach, seemed to have a handle on the subtleties.
James grinned, sensing the acceptance in Noah’s reluctant admission, and turned his attention back to Mila. “Do you understand, Mila? Just make sure not to be too obvious, okay? If he avoids you, then let him be for a while. He’s a cold type of guy and has trust issues. He doesn’t like being chased around.
He’s fed up with that because of his crazy ex,” he reminded, offering guidance with a playful yet measured tone.
“Okay,” Mila responded, a sense of determination in her voice. The plan was set, and she was ready to navigate the intricate web of emotions surrounding Allen.
James continued with a final piece of advice, “And Mila, just remember. Keep it real. Don’t let the game blur the lines,” James added, his tone taking on a more serious note. It was a reminder that amidst the strategic maneuvers, the core of their actions should remain anchored in authenticity.
Mila nodded in agreement, a mix of nerves and determination in her eyes. The weight of the plan settled on her shoulders, and she understood the delicate balance she had to maintain.
Noah, still visibly disgruntled, couldn’t resist a grumble. “This better work,” he muttered, a silent plea for reassurance.
James patted Noah on the shoulder. “Trust me, it will. We just need patience and a bit of finesse,” he assured, injecting a dose of confidence into the air.
Meanwhile, in the bustling lobby of Allen’s apartment, Sophia stood before the receptionist, her expression a mix of disbelief and shock. The receptionist delivered the unexpected news with a calm demeanor.
“I’m sorry, miss. But Mr. Allen Grayblight just moved out this morning,” the receptionist informed Sophia.
Sophia’s eyes widened, her mind struggling to process the information.