Villain Ch 1517. Urban War Zone
Mila's car rolled slowly down the main street, barely inching forward. She sighed, head resting lightly against the window.
So close, yet so far.
The restaurant wasn't even five blocks away.
And yet—here she was. Stuck. In traffic. Like every single car in the city decided to leave at the exact same time.
She huffed, glanced at her phone, then dropped it in her lap.
"Ugh," she muttered, slumping a little deeper into the back seat.
Allen and Vivian were definitely already there. Probably sitting at a cozy booth in that softly-lit corner Blackstone liked to reserve for "preferred guests." Maybe even sipping wine by now.
'God, I should've asked for his number,' Mila groaned internally. She didn't know why she hadn't. It would've made sense—after everything they talked about, after the way he had been so calm, so grounded, like nothing anyone said or did could shake him.
