Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives

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Villain Ch 857. Not An Attention Seeker

Cold water splashed onto Allen’s face, shocking his system awake. It was like an electric jolt, the icy liquid cutting through the remnants of his sleepiness. He let out his last yawn, a long, exaggerated exhalation that echoed around the cavernous bathroom. The yawn was a stubborn remnant of the grogginess he was finally shaking off.

As the last tendrils of sleep dissipated, he stood there, leaning over the porcelain sink, staring at his reflection in the massive mirror that dominated one wall.

He brushed his teeth with a swift, mechanical precision, his other hand scratching his tousled hair. His eyes, still bleary but gradually sharpening, stayed fixed on the mirror. He scrutinized his reflection.

“First step, appear presentable,” he muttered to himself, the toothbrush muffling his words. Dealing with Sophia was going to be a challenge, and he knew that presenting himself well was the first hurdle. But then he frowned, realizing that he didn’t quite know how to elevate his appearance beyond his usual standards.

“Well, I’ll just try my best,” he sighed, rinsing his mouth and wiping his face with a plush, monogrammed towel. “No one comes to the gym in a suit and tie anyway.” He had never intentionally attracted attention; it usually came to him naturally. People were drawn to his quiet confidence and genuine demeanor.

Sophia, on the other hand, wielded her charm like a weapon, using it to manipulate and control those around her.

After changing into his usual gym outfit, Allen took a moment to smooth his hair with his hand. He grabbed his favorite cologne, a crisp, citrusy scent that always gave him a boost of confidence, and gave himself a few spritzes. Satisfied with his reflection in the mirror, he nodded to himself. This was as good as it was going to get.

He slung his gym bag over his shoulder, checking to make sure he had all his essentials: a towel, water bottle, protein bar, and of course, his motorbike keys. The sleek black keychain glinted in the morning light streaming through the bathroom window.

He descended the grand staircase. His footsteps were quick and purposeful, Allen’s mind raced with the plan for the morning. He needed to look confident and feel in control when he met Sophia. He was determined to tackle this day head-on. He was halfway down when he heard a familiar voice.

“Good morning, sir,” Alex greeted him with a slight bow. “You look quite neat for this early hour. Where are you off to?”

Allen smiled, though there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. Alex had a knack for appearing out of nowhere, always attentive, always curious, yet impeccably polite. The butler’s presence was a constant in the Goldborne mansion, a stabilizing force amidst the luxury and sometimes chaos.

“I’m heading to the gym,” Allen replied, trying to keep his tone casual as he adjusted the strap of his gym bag.

Alex raised an eyebrow. From Allen’s clothes, he had already guessed as much, but he found it peculiar. “But the mansion has a gym, sir,” he remarked, his voice laced with curiosity.

Allen hesitated for a fraction of a second, his mind scrambling for a plausible explanation. “Oh, I also want to meet a friend of mine. It’s my gym buddy.”

Alex nodded slowly, though his expression suggested he wasn’t entirely convinced. “Ah, I see. Well, have a safe trip, sir.”

“Thanks, Alex,” Allen said, offering a brief but genuine smile. He started to turn away but then paused. “Oh, and please tell my dad and Emma that I might not be able to join them for breakfast.”

“Of course, sir. I’ll let them know,” Alex responded with a slight bow.

Once Allen entered the garage, he swiftly snatched his riding gear—a leather jacket, gloves, and helmet—from the rack near the entrance. The garage, with its polished floors and gleaming vehicles, seemed to come alive with the anticipation of the journey ahead. As he approached his motorbike, he could almost feel the power and freedom it promised.

He slipped into his jacket, the leather cool against his skin, and fastened his gloves with practiced ease. The helmet came last. He swung his leg over the bike. The motorcycle’s engine roared to life with a deep, throaty growl that echoed through the cavernous garage.

Without wasting a moment, Allen revved the engine and shot out of the garage, the garage doors automatically opening to let him pass. The sudden burst of speed was exhilarating, the cold morning air whipping against his face through the helmet’s vents.

The sprawling grounds of the Goldborne mansion blurred past him as he navigated the long driveway, flanked by meticulously trimmed hedges and perfectly manicured lawns.

Once he hit the main road, the contrast between the quiet, controlled environment of the mansion and the bustling city streets was stark. The journey from the Goldborne mansion to the gym was longer than the trip from his apartment, but he didn’t mind. The ride itself was a form of escape, a way to clear his mind.

The streets, though busy, were not as congested as they usually would be later in the day. The early morning light cast a golden hue over the city, and the cool air was refreshing against his skin. He weaved through traffic with practiced ease, the engine purring smoothly beneath him. Each twist of the throttle sent a thrill through his veins, the bike responding instantly to his every command.

He approached a red light and felt the eyes of pedestrians and fellow drivers on him. His motorcycle was a head-turner. Allen was used to the attention, though he rarely sought it out. Today, however, he found it oddly reassuring.

He stopped at the light and glanced around, taking in the curious glances and appreciative nods from those around him. A group of teenagers on the sidewalk pointed and whispered, clearly impressed by the sight of the expensive, powerful machine. Allen couldn’t help but smile beneath his helmet.

When the light turned green, he eased off the clutch and accelerated smoothly, leaving the intersection behind. Allen approached the gym and turned into the parking lot, the engine rumbling smoothly as he navigated through the rows of parked cars and motorcycles. The gym was a popular spot, even in the early morning, and the lot was already half full with sleek cars and bikes.