Villain Ch 447. Half Siblings
The sleek black car glided smoothly into the bustling hospital yard. Its occupants, Jordan and Allen, disembarked from the vehicle and entered the bustling medical facility. Their purpose was clear, but their steps were measured.
Jordan had instructed Allen to refrain from disclosing the true nature of their visit, a precautionary measure to prevent any premature revelations. The DNA test they were about to undertake was a deeply personal matter, one that bore the potential to upend their lives. It was essential to maintain discretion and ensure that public misunderstandings did not arise.
Allen followed Jordan's lead with quiet resolve. He understood the importance of keeping their mission confidential until all the facts had been established. The hospital's bustling corridors and hushed conversations served as a stark reminder of the delicate nature of their endeavor.
Without delay, Allen and Jordan proceeded to the special examination room that had been meticulously prepared for their DNA test. Despite the hospital's apparent bustling activity that morning, there was no waiting list or delay for their appointment, a testament to the importance of the test and Jordan's influence.
The examination itself was a relatively swift procedure, the culmination of advanced medical technology that could provide vital answers with remarkable efficiency. However, the true challenge lay in the week-long wait that loomed ahead. As they left the room, both father and potential son understood that they would have to endure seven days of suspense and anticipation until the results would finally be disclosed.
Jordan extended an invitation to Allen, suggesting they continue their morning with breakfast at one of the nearby five-star hotels. There, they could enjoy a luxurious meal while delving into matters that extended far beyond the scope of their familial connection. It was an opportunity for them to speak openly and candidly about various topics.
Opting for a VIP room, Jordan ensured their privacy and the freedom to converse without constraint. The room, adorned with opulent furnishings and bathed in soft, ambient light, exuded an air of exclusivity, setting the stage for a meaningful exchange that transcended mere family matters, but also about the game and others.
Waiting for their food, they sat across from each other. The discussion meandered through various topics. Jordan offered wisdom and advice gleaned from his extensive experience, while Allen, in turn, shared his innovative tactics and fresh perspectives that had garnered him recognition within the current gaming community.
Shortly, Emma entered the VIP room, her surprise palpable when she laid eyes on Allen seated across from her father. Her presence there was the result of a summons from her father, who had suggested they share breakfast together—a rather uncommon occurrence, as Jordan typically reserved his breakfast meetings for significant business matters or esteemed guests.
Emma had initially anticipated a typical business discussion and had mentally prepared herself for such an encounter. To her astonishment, she found Allen already occupying a seat at the table. This unexpected twist threw her off balance, as she hadn't anticipated her father's intentions to extend an invitation to him.
Jordan, despite the pending DNA test results, had chosen to invite Emma to the gathering in the hopes of fostering a connection between his children, should the genetic confirmation come through as expected. He believed that bringing them together in this informal setting might lay the foundation for a future of closer ties and shared experiences.
"Good morning," Emma greeted them, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. Allen and Jordan responded in kind with cheerful "morning" greetings. As Jordan encouraged Emma to take her seat, she settled into her chair, her eyes remaining fixed on Allen. The unspoken questions in her gaze hung in the air, leaving an undercurrent of tension in the room.
Sensing the need to address the palpable curiosity, Allen was about to inquire about her thoughts, but before he could voice his question, Jordan interjected. "Have you already placed your order for breakfast?" he inquired, attempting to steer the conversation away from the unspoken uncertainties that weighed on both Emma and Allen.
Emma nodded affirmatively, her suspicions still lingering. "Yes, I have," she replied succinctly, her attention still focused on Allen, as if she were evaluating him with every glance.
She maintained her unwavering gaze on Allen, her mind raced with thoughts and suspicions. She couldn't help but wonder what transpired between her father and Allen, especially in the context of yesterday's game event. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something about Allen's tactics seemed to have deeply intrigued Jordan.
Also, Emma recalled how her father had watched the event's highlights and had swiftly reached a decision regarding Allen's role. It was highly unusual for Jordan to become directly involved in such matters, considering he owned multiple companies, and the game was just one of his many ventures. The decision to create montages explaining the devil emperor's unexpected appearance in the city should have typically fallen under the jurisdiction of the company's marketing department, not her father's personal attention.
Allen observed the growing tension in the room as Emma's curiosity and suspicions loomed large. He decided to break the ice and encourage an open conversation.
"If you want to say something, just say it," Allen suggested, his tone gentle but firm.
Emma, who had been watching him closely, finally spoke up. "Yes," she replied hesitantly. "But this isn't for you, but for my dad." She shifted her gaze to Jordan, who had been relatively silent but attentive throughout the exchange.
Jordan, always quick to grasp the situation, raised an eyebrow as he anticipated Emma's concerns. "You want to ask why we are eating together with him?" he guessed, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.
Emma nodded, her curiosity burning brightly. "Yes," she affirmed, her eyes now locked onto Jordan's. She was determined to uncover the truth behind this seemingly unusual encounter.
"This has something to do with yesterday's event, of course," Jordan admitted. "I want to ask your opinion about Allen and what he did at yesterday's event."
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