Villain Ch 1638. I Feel Like a Prince
The next day.
The morning sun hung high over the city, gleaming like a crown over a skyline of sculpted glass. Birds darted between lampposts, and the air buzzed with early traffic, engine purrs, and soft jazz bleeding out from a streetside café. It was the kind of morning that smelled expensive—fresh-cut grass, engine oil, and cologne mixed with warm asphalt.
Two luxury cars rolled out from the Goldborne estate's black-gated entrance, their polished exteriors reflecting the morning light like moving mirrors. One led. One followed.
The first moved with silent grace, too smooth to make sound. Inside, behind privacy-tinted windows, sat Allen.
His shirt was neat, sleeves rolled up just enough to look intentional. A pair of tailored dark trousers. His hair brushed neatly to the side—messy in a controlled way. On his wrist, a deep black watch with a faint violet gleam ticked quietly. A gift from Shea, he remembered.
