Villain Ch 1849. Harem Vacation [Part 1]
The breakfast ended.
The dishes were cleared. The plates scraped clean. The air still smelled faintly of butter and burnt cinnamon, with coffee bitterness lingering on the table like a passive guest who refused to leave. Allen pushed back from the chair, stood, and glanced once toward the sunlight pouring through the Goldborne mansion's eastern balcony.
It was time.
He didn't say anything. Just moved.
The luggage was already packed—he'd double-checked it last night, stuffing everything from his usual VR gear, extra battery, extra clothes since they might stay longer, spare VR gears since who knew they were too passionate and broke the gear, and a few, uh, private items. You know. Emergency use only.
The car waited outside.
Not a car, actually.
A fucking limo.
