The Godfather

Villain Ch 621. The Godfather

Allen tapped his shoes impatiently under the table, stealing glances at his watch for what felt like the thousandth time. An entire hour had crawled by since the agreed meeting time with Mila, though it seemed like far longer.

He sat stiffly in the plush booth inside FusionBrew Café's exclusive backroom lounge, reserved only for VIP guests. One of Shea's broad-shouldered bodyguards, Brad, stood sentinel on Allen's side, and Vivian, who sat picking at her manicure out of boredom beside him. Brad was Shea's ruthlessly efficient personal assistant.