Villain Ch 1511. I'm Not Here to Fight Your Battles
Allen stood slowly, reaching into his jacket and pulling out a phone. He tapped a few times, then slid the screen toward Mr. Bell.
Darren.
Liam.
Two contact names. No last names.
Vivian smirked slightly at that one.
She'd known Allen long enough to recognize the subtle dance of power he was performing right now. That carefully crafted indifference masking a sharp, calculating mind.
Mila, beside her, stayed silent—her wide-eyed expression made it clear she wasn't entirely following every subtlety, but she knew enough not to interrupt.
Mr. Bell, however, looked dead serious. He stared at the two contacts displayed on the phone screen, fingers curled tightly at his sides, lips pressed into a thin, worried line. He looked hesitant.
He looked up sharply at Allen. "Then what exactly do you expect me to do once you've given me these contacts? Just… call them? Hope they have some magic solution?"
