Villain Ch 1846. Quiet Investigation
09:01 AM
The weekend sunlight stretched lazily across the marble floors of the Goldborne estate, slipping through the towering windows in hazy golden stripes. Outside, the garden staff were already trimming hedges and watering the orchid walls. Somewhere far off, a sprinkler hissed.
But inside Allen's room, everything was still.
He sat on the edge of the bed, dressed, clean, calm—at least on the surface. Black long-sleeve polo, charcoal slacks, silver watch fitted perfectly against his wrist. He looked like the ideal eldest son of a legacy family. Composed. Polished. Immaculately indifferent.
But his jaw was tense.
His suitcase stood by the door, already zipped and prepped for the weekend trip. Everything was ready.
Except him.
Because before anything else today… there was this.
Sophia.
The damn video. The scandal. The fallout.
