Villain Ch 1229. Trouble Finds Its Way
Gilbert wore a well-fitted polo shirt and jeans, looking relaxed but still oddly formal for the gym. Elio, on the other hand, rocked a graphic tee and joggers, his confident smirk intact.
The other two, however, looked like they'd walked straight out of a luxury catalog. Tailored shirts, sleek jackets, and watches. They didn't belong here—not in a gym where people were dripping sweat and grunting mid-rep.
Allen groaned inwardly. "What are they doing here?"
Gerry, still leaning against the bench, smirked. "That should be my question. Why are your suit friends invading my gym?"
Allen was silent for a moment. The memory of yesterday's conversation—the one he'd tried to forget—came rushing back, hitting him like a slap to the face.
"Oh, no," he muttered under his breath. His pace slowed, and he cringed internally. "I think I know what this is about."
