Villain Ch 1757. Unimpressed
Elio expected a quick answer. Something smug. A nod. A lazy shrug. Maybe even a sarcastic "Sure, champ."
But Allen didn't say a word.
He just stared at Elio, sipping his drink like it was some fine vintage instead of budget desert whiskey.
The silence dragged.
Uncomfortable.
Which, of course, Elio couldn't stand.
He leaned forward, elbows on the polished glass table, and gave a dramatic sigh. "Guess you don't like the idea. Well, that's fine. I'll just call you My H—"
"Okay, fine," Allen cut in, sharp as a dagger. "One duel. After this. You don't need to call me that anymore. Don't give me another trauma, I've had enough last night."
Red_King nearly spit his drink. "Oh? The Goldborne young master had trauma? Don't tell me it was because you were hanging out with too many billionaire heiresses?"
It was meant as a joke. Everyone chuckled.
Because yeah… that did sound like a very Allen problem.
