Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

Chapter 586 Why Don't We Kidnap Him?

?Villain Ch 586. Why Don't We Kidnap Him?

Meanwhile, in the real world, in the meeting room in MagicSword Interactive's building to be precise. Noah, James, and Mila sat down across each other.

The meeting room was a haven of sleek professionalism. The walls, adorned with minimalistic digital art, exuded a futuristic ambiance that echoed the cutting-edge nature of the gaming industry. A long, polished table dominated the center of the room, its surface reflecting the soft glow of the high-tech screens scattered across its expanse.

Noah, James, and Mila settled into plush ergonomic chairs, their fingers twitching with anticipation. The windows, a seamless row of floor-to-ceiling glass, framed a breathtaking panorama of the city. The strategic location of the building offered a front-row seat to the metropolis's heartbeat, just a stone's throw from the Cyber building, a looming titan in the tech landscape.

Despite its comparative modesty against the behemoth Cyber building a few blocks away, MagicSword Interactive's stronghold exuded an air of modernity. The architectural lines spoke the language of innovation. The city's skyline, a mesmerizing blend of sleek skyscrapers and avant-garde designs, sprawled beyond the windows like a canvas of possibilities.

The meeting room vibe was getting serious. While James and Noah's presence was nothing new in that place, Mila's presence was something different. Yes, she was the owner's daughter, but usually, the gaming world wasn't her jam. She was a fashionista, not caring much about what her brother did with the gaming company. But today was different. Noah had dragged her into this meeting.

"So, like, this Allen dude – nothing, huh? Just a crazy ex named Sophia on the radar?" James tossed the question out there, wrapping up their solid one-hour brainstorming session. Their trusty assistant had done some CIA-level digging into Allen's life. They had investigated everything – his family tree, his childhood hangouts, even the boring stuff about where he went to school.

Noah leaned back, running a hand through his hair. Mila, surprisingly focused, was tapping her manicured nails on the table.

"Nada. Allen's like a blank page. Family's nothing special, no big-shot connections, just a regular Joe with gaming skills," Noah filled us in, frustration lining his face. "We know where he grew up, where he went to school, what his last meal was, but zilch on how he's tied to Jordan Goldborne."

James whistled low, "Damn, this dude's like a mystery wrapped in a puzzle. How does someone go under the radar that much? And why the heck is he connected to Jordan in the first place?"

Mila, with a curt tone that could cut glass, tossed a bomb into the conversation, "You forgot to mention that he's dating a model named Vivian." A pout played on her lips, making it clear she wasn't just about to sit back and let Noah and James turn this into a snooze-fest of formal backgrounds. While the guys were busy drilling into Allen's resume, Mila was on a mission – the scoop on Allen's love life.

Noah shot her a look, rolling his eyes in a way that screamed 'You're killing my vibe.' "Yeah, yeah, yeah, that too," he chimed in, his tone nonchalant. Women on Allen's arm? Not exactly a priority for the duo. They were more interested in the million-dollar question – why in the world was Jordan Goldborne giving Allen the time of day?

But for Mila, this was a personal investigation. She wasn't just being nosy; she had a rival in the love game – Sophia, Allen's crazy ex. Mila had her eye on the competition, and Vivian was just the tip of the iceberg. She'd done some detective work of her own, unearthing a collection of women in Allen's orbit. They all claimed to have some sort of relationship with him, especially during that argument at the restaurant with Sophia.

The revelation put a sour twist on Mila's mood. On one hand, she was irritated that Allen seemed to be building a little harem around him. On the other hand, a wicked smile played on her lips as she considered it might be Allen's way of keeping Sophia at arm's length – a diversion tactic to fend off his obsessive ex.

The air in the room hung heavy with the weight of unanswered questions, and James, with a furrowed brow, threw out the query, "Should we investigate more?" It felt like they were in the middle of a mind-bending puzzle, and there was this nagging feeling that they were missing a piece – the one that connected all the dots.

Noah, his face etched with a sense of disapproval, swung his head from side to side. "Nah. That doesn't seem very effective," he declared, a tone of grim finality in his voice. Maybe he wasn't up for the whole detective drama or perhaps he felt they already had enough to work with. Either way, he wasn't feeling the investigative vibe.

James, however, wasn't ready to let the mystery slide. "You're right, but we need more, don't we? We've got most of the intel, but we're still in the dark about why Jordan Goldborne decided to cozy up to Allen." A huff escaped his lips, frustration simmering beneath the surface. The gears in his head were on overdrive, trying to decode the enigma that was Allen's sudden rise to Jordan's attention.

The room seemed to echo with the silent hum of contemplation as James pondered the peculiar choice Jordan made. It wasn't lost on him that there were countless pro gamers out there, each with their own unique skills and stories. So why Allen? What made this guy so special that the big shot himself decided to make him the chosen one?

Mila threw her guess into the ring, "Maybe because of his gaming skills. Allen won the tournament, remember?" She had a point – there was a time when she had a soft spot for Allen, back when he was on top of his game. Maybe Jordan saw the same potential.

Her words, though, weren't exactly welcomed with open arms. Noah and James exchanged frowns, and James shot back, "But he's been on a hiatus from the gaming world for two years, remember? And there are a ton of pro gamers out there besides him. Why him?" Confusion laced his tone, and Noah chimed in with a simple, "Yeah, that's the problem."

Mila, feeling the weight of their skepticism, nonchalantly shrugged. "Cause is he handsome?" she tossed out carelessly as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

Noah shot her a sideways glance, a sarcastic smirk playing on his lips. "Really, Mila? Handsome?" His tone was a mix of amusement and disbelief.

She shrugged again, unfazed. "Well, yeah. He's got the looks. You can't deny that." Mila was definitely throwing her own personal assessment into the ring, and she wasn't holding back. Even with Allen's hiatus from the gaming scene, she still saw him as the most attractive of the bunch, like he was some sort of undiscovered heartthrob.

James chuckled, shaking his head. "We're not here to rate his looks. Besides, it can't be the only reason."

"Jordan needs a pro gamer, not a model. He owns a gaming empire, not a modeling agency," Noah cut through the mounting speculation, his face etched with clear displeasure. It was evident he wasn't here for fanciful theories.

Mila, not one to back down, shot back in a tone dripping with sarcasm, "Well, pardon me for telling what's on my mind, sir. I'm inexperienced with this." Her eyes sparkled with defiance, as if she was daring anyone to challenge her unconventional perspective.

Noah, not amused, answered with an audible click of his tongue and an eye roll that practically screamed, 'You are not helping. I shouldn't have asked you to join this meeting.'

James interjected, "But what bothers me is that they are too friendly. They look like old friends, not just business partners." His attempt to shift the focus away from the brewing sibling rivalry hung in the air like a peace offering.

"Yes! That is, too! That really bothers me!" he declared, frustration dripping from his voice. The room buzzed with a shared perplexity, a united front against the elusive puzzle that was Allen's connection to Jordan Goldborne.

They lapsed into a thoughtful silence, gears in their heads grinding against the mystery. Mila, sensing the mental cogs turning, leaned in, took a deep breath, and planted her elbows on the table, her head cradled in her palms. "Ya know, instead of guessing, why don't we just invite him and ask him directly? We have money, right? If he doesn't want to, we can 'kidnap' him and negotiate with him," she tossed out casually, a playful glint in her eye. It was a wild, borderline ridiculous plan, and Mila had a smirk on her face, fully aware she was throwing a curveball into the brainstorming session.

Mila braced herself for the inevitable comeback, expecting another one of Noah's trademark sneers or a disapproving frown from James. Yet, the universe had different plans this time around, and both of them opted for unexpected reactions.

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