Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1289

Chapter 1289: The Young Master’s Face Chapter 1289: The Young Master’s Face Villain Ch 1289.

The Young Master’s Face The hum of the blades intensified, and the faint vibration of the engine thrummed through the cabin.

“This feels surreal,” Allen admitted, glancing out the window as the ground crew moved away.

“It always does the first time,” Jordan said without looking at him, his attention focused on the tablet in his hand.

“But you’ll get used to it.” Emma leaned back in her seat, her expression relaxed.

“Just don’t look down if you’re nervous.

Focus on the horizon.

That helps.” “I’m not nervous,” Allen replied, though his tone betrayed a hint of unease.

“Sure you’re not,” Emma said with a grin, clearly enjoying his discomfort.

The pilot’s voice crackled through the intercom.

“We’re clear for takeoff.

Please remain seated and secure.” Allen tightened his grip on the armrest as the helicopter began to rise, the ground slowly falling away.

The sensation was strange-both smooth and jarring, like being lifted by an invisible force.

The mansion grew smaller beneath them, its grand structure fading into the landscape as the horizon stretched wide and endless.

The sun’s last rays painted the world in hues of gold and amber, the sky darkening with the promise of night.

For a moment, Allen forgot about the conference, the pressure, and the expectations.

He stared out the window, captivated by the view.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Emma said softly, her tone losing its usual teasing edge.

Allen nodded, his voice quiet.

“Yeah.

It is.” Jordan glanced up from his tablet, his sharp eyes briefly scanning his children.

“Enjoy the view while you can.

Once we land, the real work begins.” “Always the optimist,” Emma muttered under her breath, though there was no real bite to her words.

Allen let out a small laugh, the tension easing slightly.

“He’s not wrong.” The hum of the blades filled the silence.

This was just the beginning, the calm before the storm.

And he was ready for it.

The helicopter touched down smoothly on the helipad, its blades gradually slowing as the crew moved in to secure it.

The hum of the engine faded, replaced by the faint sounds of the bustling venue below.

Allen unbuckled his seatbelt, straightening his suit as he prepared to step into the next phase of the day.

The door opened, and a gust of cool evening air rushed in.

Jordan exited first, followed closely by Emma.

Allen followed, his steps steady as his polished shoes met the steel of the helipad.

The venue loomed ahead-a grand, modern structure illuminated with strategic lighting that screamed sophistication and power.

A swarm of staff moved like a well-oiled machine.

Once they descended the stairs from the helipad, Kai was already waiting at the bottom.

Dressed impeccably as always, Kai approached them with a calm yet purposeful stride.

“Sir Allen,” Kai said with a polite bow, then turned to include Jordan and Emma.

“Mr.

Goldborne, Ms.

Goldborne.

Everything is proceeding as planned.

However, there have been a few minor issues.” Jordan raised an eyebrow.

“Define ‘minor.'” “There was an issue with the seating arrangements-some VIPs requested last-minute changes, which we’ve accommodated.

Additionally, a delay in catering was reported, but Alex handled it efficiently.

Everything is back on schedule,” Kai explained.

Allen nodded, his expression sharpening.

“Good work.

Anything else?” Kai hesitated briefly.

“One of the reporters tried to bypass the security checkpoint, claiming they had exclusive access to the backstage area.

They were politely redirected to the press section.” Allen’s lips twitched into a faint smirk.

“Politely redirected?

That’s your way of saying you had them escorted out, isn’t it?” Kai inclined his head.

“Only to the appropriate area, sir.” Emma let out a quiet laugh.

“Classic Kai.” Jordan dismissed the conversation with a wave of his hand.

“Good.

Let’s move.

The waiting room.” They made their way into the venue, the energy shifting as soon as they stepped inside.

The polished marble floors, towering ceilings, and meticulous decor created an atmosphere of prestige and authority.

Staff moved with purpose, greeting them with polite nods as they passed.

Allen’s demeanor changed instantly.

Gone was the slightly amused, relaxed expression from the helicopter ride.

In its place was something sharper, colder-a young master who commanded respect.

His posture was straighter, his gaze more intense.

It wasn’t an act, exactly, but it was a side of himself he reserved for moments like these.

Emma glanced at him briefly, raising an eyebrow.

“There it is.

The young master’s face.” Allen didn’t respond, but a faint flicker of amusement crossed his eyes before disappearing again.

They reached the waiting room.

Alex, Jordan’s assistant, was already there, clipboard in hand and phone pressed to his ear.

His tone was efficient, his words clipped as he finalized details.

“Understood.

Make sure the stage lighting is calibrated exactly as we discussed.

No last-minute changes.” Alex ended the call and turned to greet them.

“Mr.

Goldborne,” he said with a slight nod to Jordan, then to Allen and Emma.

“Everything is on track.

The VIPs have started arriving, and the guest list is nearly complete.

Security is holding steady, and all technical checks are finalized.” “Nearly complete?” Jordan asked, his tone sharp.

“There are a few stragglers,” Alex admitted.

“But none of the primary guests.

It’s mostly press.” “Keep it that way,” Jordan said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Alex nodded, then handed Allen a tablet.

“This has the updated schedule, along with any adjustments made in the last hour.

I made notes on key individuals you’ll need to be aware of.” Allen took the tablet, scrolling through the information quickly.

He’d already gone over most of this the night before, personally checking the venue and ensuring nothing was left to chance.

Still, seeing it all in real-time added weight to the moment.

“Good,” Allen said finally, handing the tablet back.

“Let’s keep everything tight.

No surprises.” Alex nodded again, stepping back as the Goldbornes settled into the waiting room.

The room was spacious yet minimal, its design focused on functionality rather than comfort.

Monitors lined one wall, each displaying a different part of the venue-the main hall, the entrance, the press area, and even the backstage corridors.

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