Novel Full Chapter 628: As Sly As A Fox
Villain Ch 628. As Sly As A Fox
“Moved out?” Sophia repeated, the words hanging in the air with an air of disbelief. She couldn’t fathom it. The receptionist’s statement seemed like a bizarre glitch in the matrix. Just yesterday, she had scouted this place, and there wasn’t a single hint that Allen was planning to uproot his life. Even this morning, she met him at the agency. Allen didn’t seem like someone on the brink of moving.
Sophia’s mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. If Allen had indeed moved out, shouldn’t he be drowning in the chaos of packing boxes and dealing with the logistics of a move?
Fueled by a mixture of confusion and determination, Sophia probed further. “This morning, I saw him at our workplace. Are you sure you’re not mistaken?” she asked, a glimmer of hope that this was some sort of misunderstanding.
The receptionist, seemingly unshaken by Sophia’s disbelief, nodded affirmatively. “Yes, he moved out this morning,” he stated, a tone of professional detachment coloring his response.
Sophia’s mind whirred, attempting to reconcile the reality before her with the elaborate plan she had crafted. Her nerves tingled, and a nervous smile played on her lips as she reasoned aloud, “That’s impossible…” She had meticulously prepared an aphrodisiac, carefully choreographing the steps to execute her plan flawlessly.
The plan was simple: feign a casual visit to his place under the guise of discussing the last photoshoot, chat him up, and administer the substance. It was the perfect plan, a cunning strategy that now lay in ruins due to this unexpected twist.
“We have received the report this morning,” the receptionist explained matter-of-factly, delivering a blow to Sophia’s hopes. “The building management has checked his room. The room is empty, and the key has been handed over to the property agent,” he added, his words sinking in with finality. The stark statement implied that the unit belonged to Allen.
After all, the receptionist didn’t mention about the landlord.
“You mean he rents out his unit?” Sophia questioned in a half-disbelieving tone, though the underlying query in her mind was more profound: “He owns the unit?” The revelation clashed with her previous understanding of Allen’s living situation. She had assumed he rented the space, not owning it outright.
Her mind swiftly veered to the tournament prize from two years ago—the substantial sum of money that Allen had won. He had spoken of buying her things she desired and treating her to luxurious vacations. Regret gnawed at Sophia as she wondered why she hadn’t trusted Allen to win the tournament then.
Instead, she had opted for an affair with another man, missing the chance for a potentially better life. If only she had exercised a bit more patience, she believed Allen’s love could have elevated her circumstances, perhaps Allen even would have given her all the prize money.
“Yes. He rents out his unit via his property agent,” the receptionist reiterated, confirming the unexpected twist in Allen’s living arrangements.
“Oh okay,” Sophia responded, attempting to maintain a facade of calmness despite the churning turmoil within. Her mind raced with thoughts of the carefully crafted plan that now lay in tatters.
Sophia, determined to extract any shred of information, pressed her lips together, contemplating her next move. The lingering mystery around Allen’s abrupt move fueled her curiosity. ’Does this have anything to do with the earlier incident at the agency?’ she wondered, her thoughts swirling in the chaotic aftermath of confusing news.
Earlier at the agency, whispers of an accident involving Allen had reached Sophia’s ears through the agency’s lobby receptionist. The details were a hodgepodge of conflicting information—a fan’s love confession, jealousy involving Vivian, a potential family issue.
When Sophia tried to get a clear picture by checking the security footage, she was met with the unsettling revelation that Allen had already taken it.
“Did he mention where his new address is? Some of his friends might not know about it,” Sophia inquired, hoping to glean any additional tidbits that might lead her to the truth. A forced smile played on her lips, concealing the frustration that brewed beneath the surface.
“Unfortunately, he didn’t mention anything about it,” the receptionist responded, his tone reflecting a hint of sympathy for Sophia’s fruitless pursuit of answers.
The silence hung in the air. Sophia couldn’t shake the feeling that the missing pieces of the puzzle were just beyond her reach. A determined glint sparked in her eyes as she continued to probe, driven by a relentless need for closure.
“Do you know the reason why he suddenly moved out?” Sophia inquired, a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes.
The receptionist, however, offered no new insights, shaking his head from side to side. “Sorry, I don’t know,” he admitted, his response echoing the pervasive sense of mystery surrounding Allen’s departure.
Sophia’s frustration simmered beneath the surface. The absence of answers fueled her determination to uncover the truth. She mulled over the possibilities, but the lack of clarity left her grappling with the unknown.
Sophia, with a forced smile, thanked the receptionist for the information. “Thanks for letting me know,” she said, trying to keep her tone light despite the turbulence of thoughts swirling in her mind.
She turned away, leaving the lobby behind, Sophia’s mind was a tempest of conflicting emotions and unanswered questions. Previously, the revelation that Allen wasn’t a new employee at the agency but a freelance model added another layer of complexity to the situation. Her assumptions crumbled, replaced by the reality that their connection wasn’t as straightforward as she had believed.
The gears in her head turned with newfound intensity, contemplating the implications of Allen’s freelance status. If he wasn’t tied to the agency, what could have triggered his sudden departure? Was it a personal choice, or did it intertwine with the mysterious incident at the agency?
She pondered her next move. Should she ask him directly on their next encounter? Or would it be wiser to observe from a distance, waiting for the storm to settle before seeking answers?
But for sure Sophia could feel the annoyance bubbling inside of her. ’You’re as sly as a fox, aren’t ya? Allen…’ she thought.