Villain Ch 1554. Jordan Goldborne
"I know," Jordan said. "But if it ever becomes too much—"
He leaned closer to Allen.
The glow from the desk lamp drew long shadows across the hard lines of his face, making him look older, sharper, more like a figure carved from decisions and secrets instead of flesh and blood. There was something heavy in the way his eyes locked on Allen's—a stillness that didn't belong to the man Allen joked with over dinner or traded quips with over dungeon designs.
This was different.
This wasn't Dad.
This was Jordan Goldborne.
The man behind the empire. The one who made alliances fall apart with a handshake. Who could strip the armor off a corporate board with a sentence and bury enemies with a single whisper.
"I will make my move," Jordan said.
And those words—those five simple words—were enough to make Allen's entire body stiffen.
He didn't respond immediately.
Didn't breathe.
Because that tone…
That gaze…
