NCCnovel Chapter 857 Not An Attention Seeker
Chapter 857 Not An Attention Seeker
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Villain Ch 857. Not An Attention Seeker
Cold water splashed onto Allen's face, shocking his system awake. It was like an electric jolt, the icy liquid cutting through the remnants of his sleepiness. He let out his last yawn, a long, exaggerated exhalation that echoed around the cavernous bathroom. The yawn was a stubborn remnant of the grogginess he was finally shaking off.
As the last tendrils of sleep dissipated, he stood there, leaning over the porcelain sink, staring at his reflection in the massive mirror that dominated one wall.
He brushed his teeth with a swift, mechanical precision, his other hand scratching his tousled hair. His eyes, still bleary but gradually sharpening, stayed fixed on the mirror. He scrutinized his reflection.
"First step, appear presentable," he muttered to himself, the toothbrush muffling his words. Dealing with Sophia was going to be a challenge, and he knew that presenting himself well was the first hurdle. But then he frowned, realizing that he didn't quite know how to elevate his appearance beyond his usual standards.
"Well, I'll just try my best," he sighed, rinsing his mouth and wiping his face with a plush, monogrammed towel. "No one comes to the gym in a suit and tie anyway." He had never intentionally attracted attention; it usually came to him naturally. People were drawn to his quiet confidence and genuine demeanor.
Sophia, on the other hand, wielded her charm like a weapon, using it to manipulate and control those around her.
After changing into his usual gym outfit, Allen took a moment to smooth his hair with his hand. He grabbed his favorite cologne, a crisp, citrusy scent that always gave him a boost of confidence, and gave himself a few spritzes. Satisfied with his reflection in the mirror, he nodded to himself. This was as good as it was going to get.
Once Allen entered the garage, he swiftly snatched his riding gear—a leather jacket, gloves, and helmet—from the rack near the entrance. The garage, with its polished floors and gleaming vehicles, seemed to come alive with the anticipation of the journey ahead. As he approached his motorbike, he could almost feel the power and freedom it promised.
He slipped into his jacket, the leather cool against his skin, and fastened his gloves with practiced ease. The helmet came last. He swung his leg over the bike. The motorcycle's engine roared to life with a deep, throaty growl that echoed through the cavernous garage.
Without wasting a moment, Allen revved the engine and shot out of the garage, the garage doors automatically opening to let him pass. The sudden burst of speed was exhilarating, the cold morning air whipping against his face through the helmet's vents.
The sprawling grounds of the Goldborne mansion blurred past him as he navigated the long driveway, flanked by meticulously trimmed hedges and perfectly manicured lawns.
Once he hit the main road, the contrast between the quiet, controlled environment of the mansion and the bustling city streets was stark. The journey from the Goldborne mansion to the gym was longer than the trip from his apartment, but he didn't mind. The ride itself was a form of escape, a way to clear his mind.
The streets, though busy, were not as congested as they usually would be later in the day. The early morning light cast a golden hue over the city, and the cool air was refreshing against his skin. He weaved through traffic with practiced ease, the engine purring smoothly beneath him. Each twist of the throttle sent a thrill through his veins, the bike responding instantly to his every command.
He approached a red light and felt the eyes of pedestrians and fellow drivers on him. His motorcycle was a head-turner. Allen was used to the attention, though he rarely sought it out. Today, however, he found it oddly reassuring.
He stopped at the light and glanced around, taking in the curious glances and appreciative nods from those around him. A group of teenagers on the sidewalk pointed and whispered, clearly impressed by the sight of the expensive, powerful machine. Allen couldn't help but smile beneath his helmet.
When the light turned green, he eased off the clutch and accelerated smoothly, leaving the intersection behind. Allen approached the gym and turned into the parking lot, the engine rumbling smoothly as he navigated through the rows of parked cars and motorcycles. The gym was a popular spot, even in the early morning, and the lot was already half full with sleek cars and bikes.