Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives - Chapter 1514

Chapter 1514: Not Impossible
Villain Ch 1514. Not Impossible

Mila sighed softly, the weight of reality settling in once more. “Then… it’s impossible after all?”

“No,” Allen said firmly. “Not impossible. Just complicated.”

Vivian, sensing the intensity had eased somewhat, turned back around. She offered Mila a supportive smile.

Mila glanced at Vivian. Despite their unusual dynamic, Vivian had never been unkind or cold.

“I think Allen is right,” Vivian added gently. “Taking things slow or opening up negotiations between families—both require patience. Neither is simple. But either one can eventually work if we handle them carefully.”

Mila nodded slowly, absorbing their words. “You’re both right. But… waiting feels so frustrating.”

Allen chuckled quietly, the sound soothing in its steadiness. “Believe me, I get it. But impatience won’t speed things along. Sometimes, you just need the right timing. The right opportunity.”

Mila glanced down at the carpeted floor beneath her feet, then finally raised her gaze again, determination flickering behind the uncertainty. “Okay, then. I’ll trust you. I’ll do it your way. Step by step.”

Allen gave her an approving nod, his gaze warm and gentle, even if only for a moment. “Good. That’s the smartest thing we can do for now.”

Mila offered him a small smile, relief slowly replacing the earlier anxiety. She knew this wouldn’t solve everything overnight, but Allen’s confidence, Vivian’s support, and their united understanding gave her something precious—hope.

She finally straightened her posture, regaining a touch of her usual confidence. “Just promise me something, Allen.”

“Hm?” Allen tilted his head slightly, intrigued.

“If my family does agree to negotiate—or if we start taking these steps—promise you won’t let this ruin you. I wouldn’t want to be the reason you end up regretting anything.”

Allen smiled softly, his eyes kind. “I promise. I’m careful, Mila. Always.”

Vivian smirked, breaking the tension gently with a playful tone. “Trust me, Mila. If there’s anyone who can navigate family politics and come out stronger, it’s Allen.”

Mila laughed softly, finally relaxing fully. “Yeah, I can see that.”

Allen pushed away from the table, standing tall once again, a faint grin lingering at his lips. “Alright. We’ve talked enough about this today. Let’s get out of here.”

Vivian nodded, glancing briefly toward Mila. “Lunch?”

Mila smiled brighter, grateful for the lighter atmosphere. “Definitely.”

Allen led them toward the door, holding it open calmly as both women walked out ahead of him. As Mila passed, she glanced up at him again, their eyes meeting briefly.

“Thanks, Allen,” she whispered softly. “Really.”

He gave a subtle nod, his voice warm but firm. “We’ll make it work. One step at a time.”

And as they finally walked out of the room together, Allen knew his careful moves had begun something. The pieces were set in motion.

Now all he had to do was wait and watch them fall into place.

The moment they stepped outside the meeting room, Mila stole a glance at Allen, noting how calm he still appeared.

Before she could lose herself in any more wandering thoughts, a staff member appeared at the end of the hall, approaching them with quick steps. A young man, probably an intern, his sleek suit and tightly knotted tie.

“Mr. Goldborne,” he said politely, his voice carefully neutral and controlled, “I’ve been asked to escort you down.”

Allen glanced briefly at Vivian, then at Mila. They exchanged silent looks, understanding the implication. Bell was ensuring they didn’t accidentally cross paths with Sophia. After the discussion they just had, Allen couldn’t exactly blame him. He’d want to avoid that confrontation too, at least for now.

Vivian simply nodded. “Thank you.”

The intern pivoted immediately, leading them briskly down a different hallway, toward an elevator tucked discreetly at the opposite end of the building from where they’d arrived. Everything about this path screamed caution, secrecy—avoidance. Even the elevator felt oddly separate, tucked away as if built just for scenarios like this.

The elevator doors slid shut, and as they descended, a silence fell. Not exactly awkward, but definitely thick with unsaid thoughts. Mila stole another quick look at Allen, feeling her heart flutter annoyingly. She’d just spilled her feelings in that room, made her position known. It felt liberating and terrifying in equal measure.

Finally, the elevator dinged softly, and the doors opened directly into a secluded section of the parking lot. Allen’s motorcycle was visible immediately, sleek and powerful. It fit him perfectly—fast, controlled, and a little dangerous.

Allen stepped out first, glancing back at Mila apologetically. “I will ride my bike,” he said with a faint smile. “So I guess you’ll still need your driver.”

Mila blinked, startled from her quiet contemplation. She felt a brief pang of disappointment—she would’ve loved nothing more than to slip onto the bike behind him. The intimacy of that simple act had always thrilled her. She gave a quick, understanding smile instead, nodding. “Yeah, it’s okay. My driver is waiting nearby anyway.”

Vivian looked over casually, the slightest glint of amusement in her eyes. “So, lunch?”

“Definitely,” Mila said quickly, glad for the distraction. “Where should we go?”

Allen thought for a second, glancing at his phone briefly as he checked the time. “You both hungry enough for steak, or feeling something lighter?”

Mila and Vivian glanced at each other again. Vivian shrugged gracefully, indifferent. “Anything is fine by me.”

Mila nodded eagerly. “Steak sounds perfect. Honestly, after that meeting, something heavy might help.”

Allen smiled faintly, clearly amused. “Alright. Let’s hit Blackstone. Quiet enough to talk, good enough food to distract us from business.”

Mila felt a spark of excitement flutter through her chest at the idea—something about having lunch together, casually, as if they were normal young adults instead of complicated heirs and industry figures, felt refreshing. She pulled out her phone and quickly texted her driver, instructing him to meet them at Blackstone.

As she finished typing, Allen turned to her again, his expression thoughtful. “You alright?”

Mila felt her cheeks warm again—damn her body’s constant betrayal—but managed a quick nod, forcing confidence into her tone. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking.”